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Show Page 211 and all the foodstuffs from the Jones'. But Captain Pierce refused to say aught till he had rested, and he ordered his men to do the same. I looked to where John sat, his skin drawn tight across his cheekbones and along his beard-shadowed jawline. I could tell he felt my eyes upon him, yet he looked not up, keeping instead his head lowered, his gaze upon the ground. I knew from his look, from the droop of his shoulder. They had found none living in all of Martin's Hundred. A cold chill trickled through me, for my fears had now come true. Anne, Cisly and little Francis were dead. I thought of the babe that grew within Anne's body and would have been born in the summer -the season of cohattayough, I thrust the Indian name from my mind, my body filling with rage and hate. Never again would I use a word from their language. Never again would I greet them kindly, trade with them, break bread. They had taken from me everyone in Virginia I cared about: Walter, Margaret, Richard, Twig, Anne, Cisly, Francis. Anne's words, spoken to me the day the Jonathan had arrived at James Towne, echoed in my head: "Put aside your fears, Sarah. Methinks we have naught to fear from the natives of Virginia." You were wrong, Anne! I cried silently. You were oh so wrong! We all were--except Richard. |
