THE next day, Governor and Councilors sat to receive presents from the Paspaheghs and to listen to long and affectionate messages from Opechancanough, who, like the player queen, did protest too much.

The Council met at Yeardley's house, and I was called before it to make my report of the expedition of the day before.

It was late afternoon when the Governor dismissed us, and I found myself leaving the house in company with Master Pory.
"I am bound for my lord's," said that worthy as we neared the guest house.

"My lord hath Xeres wine that is the very original nectar of the gods, and he drinks it from goblets worth a king's ransom.

We have heard a deal to-day about burying hatchets: bury thine for the nonce, Ralph Percy, and come drink with us." "Not I," I said.