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laughter； cries of savage triumph； the shaking of the rattles； and the furious beating of two great drums combined to make a clamor deafening to stupor。 And above the hollow was the angry reddening of the heavens； and the white mist curling up like smoke。
I sat down beside Diccon on the log。 Beneath it there were growing tufts of a pale blue； slender…stemmed flower。 I plucked a handful of the blossoms； and thought how blue they would look against the whiteness of her hand； then dropped them in a sudden shame that in that hour I was so little steadfast to things which were not of earth。 I did not speak to Diccon； nor he to me。 There seemed no need of speech。 In the pandemonium to which the world had narrowed； the one familiar； matter…of…course thing was that he and I were to die together。
The stakes were in the ground and painted red； the wood properly arranged。 The Indian woman who held the torch that was to light the pile ran past us； whirling the wood around her head to make it blaze more fiercely。 As she went by she lowered the brand and slowly dragged it across my wrists。 The beating of the drums suddenly ceased； and the loud voices died away。 To Indians no music is so sweet as the cry of an enemy； if they have wrung it from a brave man who has striven to endure； so much the better。 They were very still now； because they would not lose so much as a drawing in of the breath。
Seeing that they were coming for us； Diccon and I rose to await them。 When they were nearly upon us I turned to him and held out my hand。
He made no motion to take it。 Instead he stood with fixed eyes looking past me and slightly upwards。 A sudden pallor had overspread the bronze of his face。 〃There's a verse somewhere；〃 he said in a quiet voice； … 〃it's in the Bible； I think； … I heard it once long ago； before I was lost： 'I will look unto the hills from whence cometh my help' … Look； sir！〃
I turned and followed with my eyes the pointing of his finger。 In front of us the bank rose steeply； bare to the summit； … no trees； only the red earth； with here and there a low growth of leafless bushes。 Behind it was the eastern sky。 Upon the crest； against the sunrise； stood the figure of a man； … an Indian。 From one shoulder hung an otterskin； and a great bow was in his hand。 His limbs were bare； and as he stood motionless； bathed in the rosy light； he looked like some bronze god； perfect from the beaded moccasins to the calm； uneager face below the feathered headdress。 He had but just risen above the brow of the hill； the Indians in the hollow saw him not。
While Diccon and I stared our tormentors were upon us。 They came a dozen or more at once； and we had no weapons。 Two hung upon my arms； while a third laid hold of my doublet to rend it from me。 An arrow whistled over our heads and stuck into a tree behind us。 The hands that clutched me dropped； and with a yell the busy throng turned their faces in the direction whence had come the arrow。
The Indian who had sent that dart before him was descending the bank。 An instant's breathless hush while they stared at the solitary figure； then the dark forms bent forward for the rush straightened； and there arose a loud cry of recognition。 〃The son of Powhatan！ The son of Powhatan！〃
He came down the hillside to the level of the hollow； the authority of his look and gesture making way for him through the crowd that surged this way and that； and walked up to us where we stood； hemmed round； but no longer in the clutch of our enemies。 〃It was a very big wolf this time； Captain Percy；〃 he said。
〃You were never more welcome； Nantauquas；〃 I answered； … 〃unless； indeed； the wolf intends making a meal of three instead of two。〃
He smiled。 〃The wolf will go hungry to…day。〃 Taking my hand in his he turned to his frowning countrymen。 〃Men of the Pamunkeys！〃 he cried。 〃This is Nantauquas' friend； and so the friend of all the tribes that called Powhatan 'father。' The fire is not for him nor for his servant； keep it for the Monacans and for the dogs of the Long House！ The calumet is for the friend of Nantauquas； and the dance of the maidens； the noblest buck and the best of the weirs〃 …
There was a surging forward of the Indians； and a fierce murmur of dissent。 The werowance； standing out from the throng； lifted his voice。 〃There was a time；〃 he cried； 〃when Nantauquas was the panther crouched upon the bough above the leader of the herd； now Nantauquas is a tame panther and rolls at the white men's feet！ There was a time when the word of the son of Powhatan weighed more than the lives of many dogs such as these； but now I know not why we should put out the fire at his command！ He is war chief no longer； for Opechancanough will have no tame panther to lead the tribes。 Opechancanough is our head； and Opechancanough kindleth a fire indeed！ We will give to this one what fuel we choose； and to…night Nantauquas may look for the bones of the white men！〃
He ended； and a great clamor arose。 The Paspaheghs would have cast themselves upon us again but for a sudden action of the young chief； who had stood motionless； with raised head and unmoved face； during the werowance's bitter speech。 Now he flung up his hand； and in it was a bracelet of gold carved and twisted like a coiled snake and set with a green stone。 I had never seen the toy before； but evidently others had done so。 The excited voices fell； and the Indians； Pamunkeys and Paspaheghs alike； stood as though turned to stone。
Nantauquas smiled coldly。 〃This day hath Opechancanough made me war chief again。 We have smoked the peace pipe together … my father's brother and I … in the starlight； sitting before his lodge； with the wide marshes and the river dark at our feet。 Singing birds in the forest have been many； evil tales have they told； Opechancanough has stopped his ears against their false singing。 My friends are his friends； my brother is his brother； my word is his word： witness the armlet that hath no like； that Opechancanough brought with him when he came from no man knows where to the land of the Powhatans； many Huskanawings ago； that no white men but these have ever seen。 Opechancanough is at hand； he comes through the forest with his two hundred warriors that are as tall as Susquehannocks； and as brave as the children of Wahunsonacock。 He comes to the temples to pray to Kiwassa for a great hunting。 Will you； when you lie at his feet； that he ask you； 'Where is the friend of my friend； of my war chief； of the Panther who is one with me again？' 〃
There came a long； deep breath from the Indians； then a silence； in which they fell back； slowly and sullenly； whipped hounds； but with the will to break that leash of fear。
〃Hark！〃 said Nantauquas； smiling。 〃I hear Opechancanough and his warriors coming over the leaves。〃
The noise of many footsteps was indeed audible； coming toward the hollow from the woods beyond。 With a burst of cries； the priests and the conjurer whirled away to bear the welcome of Okee to the royal worshiper； and at their heels went the chief men of the Pamunkeys。 The werowance of the Paspaheghs was one that sailed with the wind； he listened to the deepening sound； and glanced at the son of Powhatan where he stood； ca