Jamestown (The Keepers of the Ring) by Hunt Angela & Hunt Angela Elwell

Author:Hunt, Angela & Hunt, Angela Elwell [Hunt, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HuntHaven Press
Published: 2009-01-20T00:00:00+00:00

The man who answered Fallon’s knock was slim and pale, his brown eyes shadowed by grief. Two trunks, bound and corded with locks and chains, stood in the hall of the small inn where he was housed. The strong scent of tobacco filled the room as if Master Rolfe had just finished smoking a pipe, and the odor jarred memories from their places of safety in Fallon’s soul. Rowtag, his beloved stepfather, had smelled strongly of tobacco, as had half the men in Ocanahonan. ‘Twas the odor of primitive and untamed Virginia, and the recollection brought a lump to Fallon’s throat.

“Fallon Bailie?” Rolfe's eyes swept over Fallon’s lanky form.

Fallon nodded, unable to trust his voice, but Rolfe seemed not to notice. He left the door open and Fallon followed him into the small chamber.

Rolfe launched into an automatic and seemingly oft-repeated sermon on the virtues of raising tobacco in Virginia, but Fallon raised a hand and cut him off. “I know about Virginia,” he said, taking a seat on a bench against the wall.

Rolfe lifted a brow in a silent question, and Fallon quickly shed his doublet and then rolled up his sleeve until the tattoos on his forearms appeared. Visibly shaken, Rolfe shuddered and swallowed. “My wife had similar markings,” he said, his voice thick with clotted emotion. His eyes flew to Fallon’s face again. “But y’are not Indian.”

“I am Virginian.” Fallon briefly told Rolfe the story of Ocanahonan, of Noshi and Gilda, of Smith’s hasty move to transport Fallon out of Jamestown and into an orphanage in England. “John Smith never kept his promise,” Fallon said, staring absently into the fire. “I have tried to reach him, but I do not know how.”

“‘Twould be no use,” John Rolfe said, shaking his head in wonder at the tale. “Smith never mentioned discovering any trace of the lost colony. And though I have often been among the Indians of Virginia, I have never heard the names Gilda and Noshi. But if God is for you—” his eyes met Fallon’s and seemed to see through to the heart of his soul, “—then you shall find them. And I will help, if you come.”

They were simple words, but Fallon heard God’s call in them. The challenge of his life still remained to be met in the forests of the New World.

He stood to his feet and bowed his thanks. “Then my boys and I will see you next year in Virginia,” he said simply.

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