"Poor things, they didn't have a Pocahontas to save them." "Who is left yet in the tower?" "There is a noble knight named Raleigh who started us coming over on this side. He flung down his velvet cloak across a mud puddle for Queen Bess to tread on. I would do the same for you, little Princess, only I have no velvet cloak. I am a poor man." "Very poor?" she wondered solicitously. "So poor, that once I went begging. They hold that against me down in Jamestown." "As if you could help it! Do you go hungry now?" "Ravenously. We eat parched and molded corn." "Ugh. I shall bring you rich dishes from Powhatan's table, and corn for your men, if they do what you tell them." "This is exactly what they will not do. They had me in chains until the secret orders were revealed saying: 'You must put Smith on the council!'" "Secret!" She clapped her hands. Then somebody did appreciate her wonderful Captain. "Then we are your people. I shall call you Father for I love you just as much as I do Powhatan. Now you must tell me all about yourself before you become one of us. Tell about the fine Turkish lady, Tragabigzanda who looked out for you after the cruel Turks, too, put you in chains. She had dark eyes you say?" Then he liked them with dark eyes, and she liked that, but she did not like the idea of the lady, Tragabigzanda. "Was she very beautiful?" "Oh, my yes." "What were you to her?" "A roving adventurer." "Was she sad when you went away from her?" "How should I know?" "I will be sad if you go away from me. You will stay, won't you, a long time? Powhatan says you can live right by us." Smith preferred to get himself home to Jamestown, for he felt surfeited with savage patronage. He was less pleased than he appeared by Powhatan's invitation. "So soon? Have we not treated you like an honored guest instead of a helpless captive?" "Indeed yes. But I am a man of affairs like yourself. I need to get back and get busy." "My affair at the moment is to create peace between our peoples. I am an old man, and seek no fighting. Tell your friends to come and abide at the mouth of the Pamunkey. We will live as brothers, each in his own way, but combine against our common enemy." Smith promised this or any suggestion now, just to get away. "Well you may go then, and I will send my trusted Rawhide and other warriors to escort you. I only stipulate that each shall bring back one of your guns." "Indeed they shall." He thought of a way out of this on the two-day tramp through the woods home. Just out of Jamestown he breathed easier, but he made sure that they did not. "See those big guns by the gates, friends? I want you to take them home to Father Powhatan." "You know well enough that they are too big for us to lift. They would break our backs." "You have not even tried. First let's see if they work as well as they were doing when I left. I want to give Powhatan our best."