Chapter 18:

For a moment, John stood in absolute shock, his brain trying to process the
news that Thomas had just relayed to him.
"There must be some kind of mistake," the captain finally managed, "who
would do such a thing?"
"John, do you still have that wig?"
Thomas asked, looking at John's golden hair;
"Yes," he answered.
"Go get it, and be quick about it; William," Thomas finished as John
disappeared in to the crowd of people.

Back at the Powhatan village, Pocahontas waited nervously at the edge of
the cornfield for John. The shouts from Jamestown were not hearable from
where she stood, and the young native woman couldn't decide if that was
good or not.
A sound to her left brought Pocahontas out of her state of thinking and she
spun around to see it.
"Who are you?"
The woman asked, stepping back from the figure cloaked in shadows.
"who I am is not your concern," the voice spoke, "I have a question for
you, Pocahontas."
The way the man spoke her name sent chills down the native's spine;
however, she straightened herself and held her head high, "how do you know
my name?"
She asked boldly;
"I have a question for you," the deep voice continued, "who's life do you
value more? You're own, or John Smith's."
The woman gasped as the figure continued, "I ask for one important reason."
"What is your reason?"
Pocahontas inquired, glancing backwards at her village, praying that
someone would be awake; but when nothing moved, the native repeated her
question.
"I need to know who I should get out of my way first."
"Get....?"
Pocahontas stopped, the voice, the way he talked, flooding her mind like
the rush of a mighty river, "Ratcliff?"
"So, what will it be savage?"
Ratcliff inquired, as he stepped in the moonlight; his eyes never leaving
her dark orbs.
"My patients is running thin," Ratcliff said, as Pocahontas glimpsed
something shiny in the moon's rays.
Glancing back, Pocahontas made up her mind.

She would not answer his question.

Glancing once more at the man she thought she'd never have to lay eyes on
again, the woman sprinted towards her village, screaming for her father,
anyone to come and help her.

Powhatan, jerking awake from his daughter's screams, bumped the woman that
he had been sharing his bed with that evening. Not bothering to apologize,
he grabbed a robe and rushed out towards his running, screaming child with
in seconds.
"My daughter, my daughter, what is it? What is it? It's alright, calm
yourself, Pocahontas?"
Pocahontas flung herself against her father, sobbing as Nakoma rushed from
her hut;
"What's wrong?!"
"He's back," the young woman whispered in to her father's shoulder.
"What, who's back?"
Nakoma asked as Powhatan tried hushing his daughter;
"Ratcliff, he's come back," the young woman took in a breath, "he, he wants
to get rid of me, and get rid of John; he knows, he knows John is here."
Powhatan sighed as Nakoma's eyes widened, "Powhatan, we have to send
someone to warn John, before it's to late."
The Indian chief patted his daughter's shoulder as he turned his eyes on
the other young woman, "see that a sleeping hut is made ready."
"What?"
Nakoma inquired, as Powhatan gave a look that meant; no questions.
"My daughter, I will go and get John, go to your hut and wait for me."
As Powhatan went inside his longhouse to retrieve a weapon to carry with
him, in order to be safe. Pocahontas quickly began drying her tears of
fright.
"I'm going with you father," the woman said as Powhatan came out.
"No," came his stern reply, "you will stay here."
"I must go," Pocahontas began, "I will go."
She added quietly, "for John."
Sighing, Powhatan approached his daughter, "very well, let's go now."
As father and daughter walked to the English settlement, both of them
prayed that they wouldn't be to late.

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