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We were tired with all the mummery of the day； moreover； every fibre of our souls had been strained to meet the hours that had passed since we left the gaol at Jamestown。 The elation we had felt earlier in the day was all gone。 Now； the plaintive song； the swaying figures； the red light beating against the trees； the blackness of the enshrouding forest； the low； melancholy wind； … all things seemed strange； and yet deadly old； as though we had seen and heard them since the beginning of the world。 All at once a fear fell upon me； causeless and unreasonable； but weighing upon my heart like a stone。 She was in a palisaded town； under the Governor's protection； with my friends about her and my enemy lying sick； unable to harm her。 It was I； not she； that was in danger。 I laughed at myself； but my heart was heavy； and I was in a fever to be gone。
The Indian girls danced more and more swiftly； and their song changed； becoming gay and shrill and sweet。 Higher and higher rang the notes； faster and faster moved the dark limbs； then； quite suddenly； song and motion ceased together。 They who had danced with the abandonment of wild priestesses to some wild god were again but shy brown Indian maids who went and set them meekly down upon the grass beneath the trees。 From the darkness now came a burst of savage cries only less appalling than the war whoop itself。 In a moment the men of the village had rushed from the shadow of the trees into the broad； firelit space before us。 Now they circled around us； now around the fire； now each man danced and stamped and muttered to himself。 For the most part they were painted red； but some were white from head to heel； … statues come to life； … while others had first oiled their bodies； then plastered them over with small bright…colored feathers。 The tall headdresses made giants of them all； as they leaped and danced in the glare of the fire they had a fiendish look。 They sang； too； but the air was rude； and broken by dreadful cries。 Out of a hut behind us burst two or three priests； the conjurer； and a score or more of old men。 They had Indian drums upon which they beat furiously； and long pipes made of reeds which gave forth no uncertain sound。 Fixed upon a pole and borne high above them was the image of their Okee； a hideous thing of stuffed skins and rattling chains of copper。 When they had joined themselves to the throng in the firelight the clamor became deafening。 Some one piled on more logs； and the place grew light as day。 Opechancanough was not there； nor Nantauquas。
Diccon and I watched that uncouth spectacle； that Virginian masque； as we had watched many another one； with disgust and weariness。 It would last； we knew； for the better part of the night。 It was in our honor； and for a while we must stay and testify our pleasure； but after a time； when they had sung and danced themselves into oblivion of our presence； we might retire； and leave the very old men； the women； and the children sole spectators。 We waited for that relief with impatience； though we showed it not to those who pressed about us。
Time passed； and the noise deepened and the dancing became more frantic。 The dancers struck at one another as they leaped and whirled； the sweat rolled from their bodies； and from their lips came hoarse； animal…like cries。 The fire； ever freshly fed； roared and crackled； mocking the silent stars。 The pines were bronze…red； the woods beyond a dead black。 All noises of marsh and forest were lost in the scream of the pipes； the wild yelling； and the beating of the drums。
From the ranks of the women beneath the reddened pines rose shrill laughter and applause as they sat or knelt； bent forward； watching the dancers。 One girl alone watched not them； but us。 She stood somewhat back of her companions； one slim brown hand touching the trunk of a tree； one brown foot advanced； her attitude that of one who waits but for a signal to be gone。 Now and then she glanced impatiently at the wheeling figures； or at the old men and the few warriors who took no part in the masque； but her eyes always came back to us。 She had been among the maidens who danced before us earlier in the night； when they rested beneath the trees she had gone away； and the night was much older when I marked her again； coming out of the firelit distance back to the fire and her dusky mates。 It was soon after this that I became aware that she must have some reason for her anxious scrutiny； some message to deliver or warning to give。 Once when I made a slight motion as if to go to her； she shook her head and laid her finger upon her lips。
A dancer fell from sheer exhaustion； another and another； and warriors from the dozen or more seated at our right began to take the places of the fallen。 The priests shook their rattles； and made themselves dizzy with bending and whirling about their Okee； the old men； too； though they sat like statues； thought only of the dance； and of how they themselves had excelled； long ago when they were young。
I rose； and making my way to the werowance of the village where he sat with his eyes fixed upon a young Indian； his son； who bade fair to outlast all others in that wild contest； told him that I was wearied and would go to my hut； I and my servant； to rest for the few hours that yet remained of the night。 He listened dreamily； his eyes upon the dancing Indian； but made offer to escort me thither。 I pointed out to him that my quarters were not fifty yards away； in the broad firelight； in sight of them all； and that it were a pity to take him or any others from the contemplation of that whirling Indian； so strong and so brave that he would surely one day lead the war parties。
After a moment he acquiesced； and Diccon and I； quietly and yet with some ostentation； so as to avoid all appearance of stealing away； left the press of savages and began to cross the firelit turf between them and our lodge。 When we had gone fifty paces I glanced over my shoulder and saw that the Indian maid no longer stood where we had last seen her； beneath the pines。 A little farther on we caught a glimpse of her winding in and out among a row of trees to our left。 The trees ran past our lodge。 When we had reached its entrance we paused and looked back to the throng we had left。 Every back seemed turned to us； every eye intent upon the leaping figures around the great fire。 Swiftly and quietly we walked across the bit of even ground to the friendly trees； and found ourselves in a thin strip of shadow between the light of the great fire we had left and that of a lesser one burning redly before the Emperor's lodge。 Beneath the trees； waiting for us； was the Indian maid； with her light form； and large； shy eyes； and finger upon her lips。 She would not speak or tarry； but flitted before us as dusk and noiseless as a moth； and we followed her into the darkness beyond the firelight； well…nigh to the line of sentinels。 A wigwam； larger than common and shadowed by trees； rose in our path； the girl； gliding in front of us； held aside the mats that curtained the entrance。 We hesitated a moment； then stooped and entered the place。
CHAPTER XXXIII IN WHICH MY FRIEND BECOMES MY FOE
IN the centre of the wigwam the cus