Captain John Smith and Pocahontas Page #5

Does my husband invite Pocahontas,

or does he order?

- Since you have to be brought, 'tis

an order. - Pocahontas is not a slave.

She is daughter of Powhatan,

and a princess of her people.

I'll tell the men you'll be right along.

I have told you to show yourself

to my friends.

I will not be made small in their eyes

by the whims of an Indian maid.

If you think of me only as an Indian maid...

I cannot make you look small

in the eyes of your men no matter what I do.

Now stop trading words with me,

and do as I command.

Pocahontas does not understand that word

in the mouth of her enemies.

She understands it even less

on the lips of her husband.

The first quality of a wife is obedience.

Don't they know that in Powhatan's village?

In my father's village,

they know that a wife gives obedience...

because her husband

never commands it of her.

That is part of her love for him.

Given freely because never asked.

This attitude may go well in the forest,

but it has no place in Jamestown.

And the sooner you learn this lesson,

the shorter the journey to becoming a lady.

- Where are you going?

- Back to my people.

Pocahontas knows now you do not love her.

You have turned your face away from her

ever since the night of marriage.

Pocahontas gives you back your life

Powhatan gave her.

Pocahontas knows now

she acted like a child.

I had never meant to fall in love

with Pocahontas...

but it happened.

I would no longer struggle against it.

This is your knife.

You all saw where it was

when we brought Macklin's body in...

from the forest where we found it.

Stuck in that wound in his back

which killed him.

- My brother did not kill him.

- Nobody's talking to you.

- Let your brother speak for himself.

- He's got mighty little to say.

It is my knife, yes...

but it was stolen from me.

You say it was stolen.

Why did you kill Macklin?

Mr. Wingfield, I suggest we wait on this

till Capt. Smith gets back from fishing.

I'll thank you to look after

your own affairs, Mr. Rolfe.

Why did you kill Macklin?

What had he done to you?

My brother is innocent. He has spoken.

Yes, he has spoken. One lie after another.

There's one way to get the truth out of th

ese savages, that's to beat it out of them.

Yes. Come on. Get him out of here.

I advise you to tell us the truth.

On whose order is this man being lashed?

They say he killed Macklin. It's a lie.

They beat him to make him tell a lie.

There's the body. Here's the knife

that was found stuck in his back.

- Found? Who found it?

- Me and Turnbull, that's who.

We found the body

lying across the forest trail.

The Indian admits the knife is his.

Someone stole it from Nantaquas.

- You can believe that if you want to.

- And I will.

This is a folly you'll regret, John Smith.

Aye. A folly of your making, Wingfield.

Our prosperity and our very lives

depend upon...

the goodwill of the Indians,

and you've done your best to destroy it.

A great folly to be sadly regretted.

Is there no work for idle hands here

or in the fields?

- It's a balmy evening.

- Aye.

Something to be relished

after a London winter.

Yep.

Even that doesn't ease my concern.

You scratch at your worries

like a dog at his fleas.

What is it now?

What is it not always? Food.

It seems to me the Virginia Company

in London has forgot us.

No, there will be a ship in time.

But the honorable gentlemen mean us

to be self-supporting.

For that purpose we must have tools,

trade goods, and much else.

I'm afraid someone will have to go

to London to stir them up.

I've been thinking about it.

Will you take Pocahontas with you?

London is no place for an Indian maid.

It is cold, bleak.

She's a child of the sun.

- Virginia's her whole life.

- What will you do then?

Send another in my place.

- But who can be as well-suited?

- Yourself.

I? Leave Jamestown?

There's less to hold you.

I cannot leave my wife.

Cannot leave an Indian maid?

She's a breathing symbol

of this colony's life.

Without her, it would collapse

like a house of cards...

overrun by Indians, wasted by starvation.

- Are those your only reasons?

- No.

No.

Pocahontas has become dear.

In leaving her,

I'd be leaving the best part of my life.

No one would have thought

when we met her in the forest that day...

she would have become so dear...

to everyone of us.

Least of all...

John Smith.

- Good night, John.

- Good night.

I didn't mean to awaken you.

Have you seen Nantaquas this evening?

I took him his supper before I went to bed.

- How is he?

- He does not speak.

You do not believe he killed Macklin, John?

No. Why should he?

Macklin was a harmless fool.

I believe Wingfield killed Macklin...

and put blame on Nantaquas.

That is a suspicion I will not quarrel with.

But without proof...

Sometimes I wonder if...

the settlement is worth

all the torment it costs.

But this I do know...

that without you,

it would prove more than I could bear.

Do you love Pocahontas, John?

With the love that is a symbol of faith

and a pledge of hope.

Aye, I love you.

The love of John Smith

for an Indian princess.

- Beg your pardon, Captain,

but the Indians... - More trouble?

Well, it depends on how you interpret it.

They've gone.

- Gone?

- They must have sneaked out at night.

I checked with the sentry,

and he didn't hear a thing.

- That's a bad sign. Call general assembly.

- Aye-aye, Captain.

Nantaquas and the rest of the Indians

have left the stockade during the night.

See for yourselves.

The Indians are gone,

deserted during the night.

And they did not leave in friendship.

What it means, I do not know.

But I can't say I like the look of it.

Good riddance, I say.

It is no riddance, but a promise to return

tomahawk in hand, most likely.

There will be a 24-hour watch.

Double sentries, strengthen the gate,

see to your weapons.

No man to step foot beyond the walls.

Prepare water buckets in case of

fire arrow attack. See to it.

And I would take it kindly

that if anything should happen to me...

you'd set yourself to look after Pocahontas.

You have my word on it, John.

War drums.

Opechanco.

- It's near the hour agreed upon.

- Yeah.

We can trust this savage? You made it plain

to him that we are to be spared?

We can rely upon him?

It's only through us he can hope to get

more powder when the ships come in.

The drums have stopped.

It means they're ready to attack.

Keep your eyes wide, lads.

It's Turnbull! Dead.

You can't blame the Indians.

The fool exposed himself.

Anyway, it means more gold for us.

Let's get out of here

before a stray arrow finds us.

Nantaquas.

Look beyond the fire and count

the number of Powhatan's warriors...

you have sent to the Great Spirit because

you have drunk of the poison of the serpent.

Nantaquas has eaten of the white skin's

food, and now he fawns on them as a dog.

Powhatan will summon Opechanco

to the council fires when he hears...

the grieving of the women

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