Chapter V

He paused and look’d at Powhatan
For some approving word;
But a bitter sigh from Metoka
Was the only sound he heard.
‘If it is done, then be it so,’
The monarch said, at last;
‘Though rather would I see them fall
‘By the spirit’s lightning blast;
‘Or that our arms in open fight
‘Might hurl the deadly blow,
‘And show them Powhatan has power
‘To conquer any foe.
‘But if the deed is done, ’tis well--
‘The agent or the hour
‘We will not question, if it serve
‘To crush their growing power.
‘Come, let us to the lodge retire;
‘Thou’lt rest with us to-night:
‘The clouds rise dark; the lightning fires
‘Flash with a fiercer light.’
Now sitting in the lodge, they talk
Of their mighty pale-face foe:
Pamunky broods with secret joy
Upon the impending blow;
But Powhatan walks up and down
With sadness in his eye;
For though it was his settled will
The pale-face foe should die,
Yet still he feels ’
twould better suit
His prowess and his pride,
If warriors’ arms in the battle-field
The deadly strife had tried.