Captain John Smith and Pocahontas Page #4

- Why not?

It is home.

Would you leave Pocahontas behind?

So that is what's troubling you.

Don't worry,

I'm not expecting the ships till fall.

But then you leave her behind?

Come now, Pocahontas,

nobody is talking about leaving you.

Now I know.

Women.

What's bothering

the queer little creature now?

You know perfectly well.

Yes, I suppose I do.

But I can't let her fall in love with me.

I a roving adventurer.

She an Indian princess.

What would life be for her?

A few months of happiness,

then a lifetime of regrets.

It sounds a bit cruel.

Sometimes cruelty is the kindest in the end.

One of us ought to get back on post

before Capt. Smith decides to make a round.

Nah, he's tucked in comfortable

with his Indian maid.

What do we have to walk post for now,

anyway?

Ain't all these naturals our friends now?

Help!

What mischief brings you here

like a prowling dog?

Powhatan's people are our friends.

I can tell you what brought him here,

Captain. Gun stealing.

These naturals would give their left eye

for a gun.

Well, put him under lock and key.

We'll decide what to do with him

in the morning.

Now back to your posts and beds.

There is no friend to Jamestown,

I'm thinking.

Crazy for guns, is he?

Opechanco.

I am your friend.

You understand, Opechanco?

I am your friend.

Listen to me, Opechanco. Listen carefully.

Guns.

Not just one gun, many.

Many guns for Opechanco and his warriors.

- You heard naught during the night?

- Not a sound.

You can't hear these Indians sneaking

about. They're as soft-footed as cats.

And this Opechanco, he did not get free

by himself. He had help.

Sneaky friends who have been given

the run of this place.

No Indian helped Opechanco.

We don't expect you to admit it.

White skin lies

who says Indian helped Opechanco.

Don't call me a liar,

you stinking, red rascal, or I'll...

Nantaquas has the right to defend himself.

One of these days will sorely prove

what this coddling of Indians will cost.

It would be to the safety of every man here

to kick this heathen out of the settlement.

- I will be the judge of that.

- Judge?

When there's a pretty Indian wench there...

to sway that judgment

in her husband's bedroom?

John, bad news.

More?

More than just the escape

of an Indian prisoner.

- What is it?

- Robbery.

Two dozen guns

with powder and ball to match...

gone from the storeroom during the night.

Like I said, Indian work,

as you'll soon discover to your cost.

Hello.

Here, give me that.

This is no work for a lady.

All Indian girls do.

Do not white-skin woman pound maize

in London?

I'm afraid they've never even seen it there.

What is it like, London?

- Like big Indian village?

- No, much, much bigger.

- Many people?

- Yes, many, many people.

Would like to see.

Capt. Smith will take you there

someday, perhaps.

Would like to meet

big white-skin chief, big king chief.

Well, some day you might even do that.

I'd like to be a great lady...

and wear fine clothes,

like picture in book you show me.

You're a great lady now.

Greater than most I know of in London,

who think themselves so.

Pocahontas, great lady now?

Yes, Pocahontas, now.

Why great lady now?

Because of what you think and do.

Because of your kindness to people

who are not of yours.

People who would have starved

if not for you.

People who would have been killed

had it not been for you.

People you still serve so nobly

and unselfishly.

Why?

Forest big.

Room for all to live in peace.

Indians and white skin...

all children of Great Spirit.

Pocahontas believe heart made for love.

Pocahontas believe Great Spirit

want it that way.

Indians and white skin forget sometimes.

Pocahontas never forget.

Yes, Pocahontas. So never doubt

for a moment that you're anything but...

a great lady.

But a man's heart has a stronger pull

than his logic.

Every time I saw her with Rolfe...

my jealousy rose.

John, give her back that pestle.

- Well, it's quite heavy, I just thought...

- Give it back to her.

What's wrong in helping her...

It's a bad example for the other Indians

in the stockade.

They consider this woman's work. Any man

who does it is no better than a woman.

They must not get that impression.

It could prove dangerous.

Pocahontas, she's your wife.

You don't include her with the others?

I told you to give that pestle back to her.

Well, it's muscle-aching work, John.

I don't mind helping Pocahontas.

If the other Indians consider me

any less a man for it...

I promise you, I won't be offended.

- Do as I say.

- My husband is right.

Woman's work.

For my people to see white skin do it

would bring scorn to their eyes.

I spoke hastily, lad. I am sorry.

My nerves are a trifle wracked.

The Indians are restless.

I try to keep them content...

but our own men make it hard for me

by their treatment of them.

We are few. They are many.

I should have thought.

It can't be easy for you.

They hold us in wonder and awe.

If once we lose their respect,

if they begin to scorn us...

You bear me no grudge for my insult?

My hand on it. The fault was mine.

- Get away all right?

- No trouble at all.

- Guns and powder?

- And ball.

- Where's the Indian?

- At the hut waiting with his friends.

All right, bring those casks and follow me.

- That's the last one.

- Good.

Powder and shot.

And when you've used that up,

you can make your own.

Here, I'll show you how best to use these.

Well, Macklin.

- Gold.

- Aye, gold.

You found gold, and you be keeping

the secret from the settlement?

You've got a long nose, Macklin,

for another's business.

Them Indians I saw coming out of here

with the guns...

they got them from you.

You've been trading with the Indians.

Guns stole last night from the stockade.

I'm going to tell Capt. John Smith.

- The fool.

- This is a hanging matter.

Only if we can't convince everybody that

this bloody work was done by Indian hands.

Indian?

Perhaps it was destiny that impelled you

to throw that knife, Turnbull.

Make the lads back at the settlement

think it was done by Indians...

and it will ferment a brew likely to shatter

Jamestown to its very foundations.

How can we make them believe

it was the Indians that did it?

A slight chore I mean for you

to arrange, Davis.

Now give heed.

Come in.

The men are celebrating your wedding,

Pocahontas. They miss the bride.

My husband,

does he miss Pocahontas also?

Why, of course.

Then why doesn't he come

and tell her this himself?

He sent me to get you.

A warrior of my people

does not send another to bring his bride.

When you understand the ways of the

English better, you will not be angry.

Capt. Smith doesn't mean to hurt you.

Who speaks of hurt

during a wedding celebration?

- We miss you around the rum cask, lad.

- I came to bring Pocahontas.

Does one have to come

for the chief celebrant?

She should be there, taking honor

and doing it to her guests.

Come along, my lass.

Come along.

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