The Mark 666 & the New World Order Page #5

non-believing creature...

And yet it does not touch me.

If this be not your true

intent, would you do that?

Yes.

Then surely

you do love her,Mr. Rolfe.

Write.

I require and charge you

as you will answer on the

dreadful day of judgment

when the secrets of all hearts are disclosed,

that if you know any impediment

why you should not be

lawfully joined together in matrimony,

you will confess it.

Mother,

why can I not feel as I should?

Must?

Once false,

I must not be again.

Take out the thorn.

He is like a tree.

He shelters me.

I lie in his shade.

Can I ignore my heart?

What is from you

and what is not?

Great Sun, I offer you thanks.

You give life to the trees

and the hills...

to the streams of water...

to all.

Mother...

your love

is before my eyes.

Show me your way.

Teach me your path.

Give me a humble heart.

We've had some surprising news.

We've been invited to England...

by the king and queen.

There will be a royal audience in your honor.

You're known to them all.

...gave him up to pirates

when his ship was stopped.

Five years!

All them ships went off to Newfoundland.

- Yes.

- Who would have guessed?

He poked around the north, then he went home.

Captain Smith.

Yeah, he could make you laugh.

Things are different now.

Hmm. They've sent him back to London.

What a shame. They say he's

done much for this place.

Captain Smith is alive?

You saw him?

I cannot do that.

Why not?

It would mean something I do not feel.

What's come over you?

I'm married...

to him.

He lives.

I heard it by the fort.

He's still alive.

"Married"?

You don't know the meaning

of the word exactly.

But I am.

Sweet wife...

love made the bond.

Love can break it too.

There is that in her

I shall not know.

Oh, proper lady!

Buy black!

Buy black!Best you've ever seen!

Bread! Every last one fresher than other.

A small one, sir?

Ripe cherries! Ripe!

- Blimey!

- Give us some!

- Henry! - Henry!

- I saw his gob, me mate.

Hey.

Easy, girl. Easy, steady there.

Step aside, I say!

"... Whilst towering in the azure sky

They celebrate this happy day.

Let rolling streams their gladness show

With gentle murmurs whilst they play

And in their wild meanders flow

Rejoicing in this blessed day.

Kind health descends on downy wings,

Angels conduct her on the way.

The New World's Princess new life brings

And swells our joys upon this day. "

Mother,

stay near me.

Sweet wife...

do you care for me still?

I cannot be to you

what I am not.

She would never have married me

had she known that he were alive.

She bound herself to me in ignorance,

and I will not...

I will not let her be encumbered

by a tie which she despises

and entered to her mischief.

I will do nothing against her will.

I think you still love the man

and that you will not be at peace

until you see him.

In my vanity, I thought...

I could make you love me,

and one cannot do that,

or should not.

You have walked... blindly...

into a situation that you did not anticipate.

I will not rob you

of your self-respect.

You are the man I thought you were.

And more.

Did I make a mistake in coming here?

I would have come before,

except I've been away from the capital.

Perhaps I'm out of order

speaking with you this way,

but I've thought of you often.

So after I left,it went well for you.

I heard the king and queen received you.

Everybody says you were a great favorite.

They all speak of you. One

hears them in the streets.

"Her Ladyship. " Who would have guessed it?

You knew

I had promise, didn't you?

Yes.

Did you find your Indies, John?

You shall.

I may have sailed past them.

I thought it was a dream...

what we knew in the forest.

It's the only truth.

It seems as if I were speaking

to you for the first time.

Could we not go home?

As soon as possible.

My husband.

Thomas. Where are you?

Mother,

now I know where you live.

"13th of April, 1616."

- Mother. Mother.

- "Dear son,

I write this so that someday in the future

you might understand a circumstance

which shall be but a far memory to you.

Your dear mother, Rebecca,

fell ill in our outward passage

at Gravesend.

She gently reminded me that all must die.

"Tis enough,' she said,

that you, our child, should live. "

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