to have and to hold-第51节
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It was now moonlight without the lodge and very quiet。 The night was far gone； already we could smell the morning； and it would come apace。 Knowing the swiftness of that approach； and what the early light would bring； I strove for a courage which should be the steadfastness of the Christian； and not the vainglorious pride of the heathen。 If my thoughts wandered； if her face would come athwart the verses I tried to remember； the prayer I tried to frame； perhaps He who made her lovely understood and forgave。 I said the prayer I used to say when I was a child； and wished with all my heart for Jeremy。
Suddenly； in the first gray dawn； as at a trumpet's call； the village awoke。 From the long； communal houses poured forth men； women； and children； fires sprang up； dispersing the mist； and a commotion arose through the length and breadth of the place。 The women made haste with their cooking； and bore maize cakes and broiled fish to the warriors who sat on the ground in front of the royal lodge。 Diccon and I were loosed； brought without； and allotted our share of the food。 We ate sitting side by side with our captors； and Diccon； with a great cut across his head； seized the Indian girl who brought him his platter of fish； and pulling her down beside him kissed her soundly； whereat the maid seemed not ill pleased and the warriors laughed。
In the usual order of things； the meal over； tobacco should have followed。 But now not a pipe was lit； and the women made haste to take away the platters and to get all things in readiness。 The werowance of the Paspaheghs rose to his feet； cast aside his mantle； and began to speak。 He was a man in the prime of life； of a great figure； strong as a Susquehannock； and a savage cruel and crafty beyond measure。 Over his breast； stained with strange figures； hung a chain of small bones； and the scalp locks of his enemies fringed his moccasins。 His tribe being the nearest to Jamestown； and in frequent altercation with us； I had heard him speak many times； and knew his power over the passions of his people。 No player could be more skillful in gesture and expression； no poet more nice in the choice of words； no general more quick to raise a wild enthusiasm in the soldiers to whom he called。 All Indians are eloquent； but this savage was a leader among them。
He spoke now to some effect。 Commencing with a day in the moon of blossoms when for the first time winged canoes brought white men into the Powhatan； he came down through year after year to the present hour； ceased； and stood in silence； regarding his triumph。 It was complete。 In its wild excitement the village was ready then and there to make an end of us who had sprung to our feet and stood with our backs against a great bay tree； facing the maddened throng。 So much the best for us would it be if the tomahawks left the hands that were drawn back to throw； if the knives that were flourished in our faces should be buried to the haft in our hearts； that we courted death； striving with word and look to infuriate our executioners to the point of forgetting their former purpose in the lust for instant vengeance。 It was not to be。 The werowance spoke again； pointing to the hills with the black houses upon them； dimly seen through the mist。 A moment； and the hands clenched upon the weapons fell； another； and we were upon the march。
As one man； the village swept through the forest toward the rising ground that was but a few bowshots away。 The young men bounded ahead to make preparation； but the approved warriors and the old men went more sedately； and with them walked Diccon and I； as steady of step as they。 The women and children for the most part brought up the rear； though a few impatient hags ran past us； calling the men tortoises who would never reach the goal。 One of these women bore a great burning torch； the flame and smoke streaming over her shoulder as she ran。 Others carried pieces of bark heaped with the slivers of pine of which every wigwam has store。
The sun was yet to rise when we reached a hollow amongst the low red hills。 Above us were the three long houses in which they keep the image of Okee and the mummies of their kings。 These temples faced the crimson east； and the mist was yet about them。 Hideous priests； painted over with strange devices； the stuffed skins of snakes knotted about their heads； in their hands great rattles which they shook vehemently； rushed through the doors and down the bank to meet us； and began to dance around us； contorting their bodies； throwing up their arms； and making a hellish noise。 Diccon stared at them； shrugged his shoulders； and with a grunt of contempt sat down upon a fallen tree to watch the enemy's manoeuvres。
The place was a natural amphitheatre； well fitted for a spectacle。 Those Indians who could not crowd into the narrow level spread themselves over the rising ground； and looked down with fierce laughter upon the driving of the stakes which the young men brought。 The women and children scattered into the woods beyond the cleft between the hills； and returned bearing great armfuls of dry branches。 The hollow rang to the exultation of the playgoers。 Taunting 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 d
