Opechancanough is within the lodge.

He asks that my brother and Captain Percy come to him there." He lifted the mat for us, and followed us into the lodge.

There was the usual winding entrance, with half a dozen mats to be lifted one after the other, but at last we came to the central chamber and to the man we sought.
He sat beside a small fire burning redly in the twilight of the room.
The light shone now upon the feathers in his scalp lock, now upon the triple row of pearls around his neck, now upon knife and tomahawk in his silk grass belt, now on the otterskin mantle hanging from his shoulder and drawn across his knees.

How old he was no man knew.

Men said that he was older than Powhatan, and Powhatan was very old when he died.