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Show Page 189 But he was killed by the bondsmen of Master Morgan, whom Jack had murdered. Opechancanough was much grieved at the death of this Indian and spoke openly of revenge. Yet when confronted, he answered with warm words of reassurance. While Governor Wyatt believed the werowance, Richard did not. I hoped Richard would not be worrying about the natives this day though, the day I was to become his wife. A few folk left their dwellings and plodded toward the nearby fields, for the springtime soil had now warmed enough to accept a hoe. I watched more Indians emerge from the forest and enter the home of the Boys, the Cumbers, the Snows. Only a short while more, I told myself, then I would climb down from my tree and fill the bucket that waited below. If I was to have a bath and wash my hair before my wedding hour, I could not tarry much longer. Yet I did not wish to leave the peace of my high perch. Indeed, I longed to stay there forever and not climb down and be joined in marriage with Richard Kean. Yet had I given my word. Tears spilled from my eyes and trickled down my cheeks. I heard Twig yelp. No doubt Margaret had clouted him for filtching a lick from the porridge pot, I thought, trying to smile as I palmed away my tears. (It would not do to go to my brideroom red-eyed.) What happened next became etched upon my memory forever, |
