The Captive Princess: A Story Based on the Life of Young Pocahontas (Daughters of the Faith, 7, Band 7) - Softcover

Lawton, Wendy

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0802476406 ISBN 13: 9780802476401

Verlag: MOODY PUBL, 2008

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Daughters of the Faith: Ordinary Girls Who Lived Extraordinary Lives.

On the eastern shores of the North American wilderness lives an Algonquin princess named Pocahontas, a curious 10-year-old who loves exploring the tidewater lands of her people. One day she encounters strangers, a group of people who look different from her own. She befriends them, and when her people come into conflict with these new settlers, Pocahontas courageously attempts to save a life by offering her own. Based on the true story of Pocahontas&; early life.

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WENDY LAWTON, an award-winning writer, sculptor, and doll designer, founded the Lawton Doll Company in 1979. She currently works as an agent for the Books & Such Literary Agency. Wendy has written numerous books, including six for her Daughters of Faith series and four for her Real TV series. Wendy is active in her church and is a frequent speaker for women's groups. Wendy and her husband, Keith, are parents to three adult children and live in Hilmar, California.

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The Captive Princess

A STORY BASED ON THE LIFE OF YOUNG POCAHONTASBy Wendy Lawton

Moody Publishers

Copyright © 2008 Wendy Lawton
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-8024-7640-1

Contents

1. Setting the Captive Free.....................92. Werowocomoco.................................193. Great White Bird.............................314. Tassantassuk.................................395. Friends or Enemies...........................496. Death to the Captive.........................597. Living at Peace..............................738. Royal Visit to Jamestown.....................859. Saving Jamestown.............................10110. Traitors and Treachery......................10911. Captured....................................11912. Forever Set Free............................125Epilogue........................................133Glossary of Powhatan Words......................137Proper Names....................................139Place/Tribe Names...............................141

Chapter One

Setting the Captive Free

Shouts from the edge of the forest shattered the afternoon quiet. Pocahontas and Matachanna dropped the oyster shells they'd been using to scrape a deerskin pelt. Besides shouts, Pocahontas could pick out the howls and yelps of agitated dogs, along with the chattering of a frightened animal. As she stood craning her neck to get a better view, she saw an intent knot of boys and dogs. Furtive over-the-shoulder looks from the circle of boys told Pocahontas that something was afoot.

"Maraowanchesso!" Boys could be such nuisances. She pulled her sister to her feet. "Look at those boys over there-across the footbridge by the edge of the trees."

"I see." Matachanna squinted her eyes against the bright afternoon sun. "What are they doing?"

"I wish I knew." Pocahontas crept closer. "The way those dogs bark and circle, it must have to do with hunting."

"Where are the mothers?" Matachanna asked.

"They're preparing the ground for planting-too far away to hear. We'd best go see." Pocahontas pulled off the fur mantle she wore. It kept her warm on days like today, but she couldn't move as quickly in it.

Matachanna also removed hers. She folded it and put it beside the pelt frame.

Another round of yelping punctuated by chirpy cries sent the two girls hurrying toward the creek. Pocahontas made her way across the peeled log that bridged the creek first, followed by her younger sister.

The final snowmelt had swelled the creek, but neither girl feared water. Powhatan children swam as well as they walked. The mothers threw their children into water before they could even crawl. They claimed it hardened them off and made them strong. If the babies didn't enjoy the water so much, Pocahontas doubted the mothers would still do it, toughness or not. Powhatan parents loved their children.

Being a water baby had worked for Pocahontas. She could swim against the swiftest current if need be. Matachanna swam better than many of the boys her age, but she had a long way to go before she could match strokes with Pocahontas.

Of course the girls were just as agile traversing the footbridge, so swimming in the cold waters never entered Pocahontas's mind. She had nothing but the boys and their mischief on her mind.

One of the boys spotted the girls running toward them and called out a warning to his friends. The boys turned as one, their hands behind their backs. Standing shoulder to shoulder they faced the girls. They were hiding something.

The dogs continued to circle and bark.

"Hush," the oldest boy said. One of the dogs whined and quieted, but the rest ignored him.

"It's the princess," whispered another, his eyes widening.

Pocahontas pushed forward and the wall of boys opened for her. She smiled to herself. It never hurt to be the favored daughter of the most powerful man in all the land.

When she saw what caused the chaos, a familiar tightness gripped her chest. A large arakun wriggled against captivity, sputtering and chattering. His masked face registered anger and pain. He worked furiously with his nimble front paws to try to free his leg from the sinew bonds of the trap.

"We caught him in our trap," the first boy said. "He's just a 'rakun but a big one. A fighter."

"We captured him and he is our prisoner," said the littlest one.

Pocahontas knew she should be used to this. Young boys were supposed to learn to hunt. By the time of their huskanaw, their passage from boyhood to manhood, they were expected to be expert hunters. She understood that with her head, but her heart rebelled. For some reason, seeing a captive-whether animal or enemy-always made her uneasy.

She looked the oldest boy in the eye and pulled herself to her full height. "Let him go," she said in a voice that left no room for arguing.

Matachanna put a hand on Pocahontas's arm and whispered, "Are you sure?"

Pocahontas ignored her sister. "Let him go."

The oldest boy slid his wooden knife out of the leather thong around his waist. He sawed through the laces holding the animal.

When finally freed, the animal scurried toward the forest with dogs chasing him. Pocahontas knew the dogs would tree the animal but once up in the branches, the arakun would be safe.

She turned toward the boys. "You shall be great hunters someday, but never forget-a brave hunter kills his prey swiftly and painlessly. And he only takes what he needs to feed his people."

"Will you tell your father?" the oldest boy asked.

Pocahontas stood with her feet apart and put her hands on her hips. "My father would not like to hear that you were torturing the animal. Arakun is not our enemy." She could see worry on the faces of the boys. She smiled. "I will not tell the Powhatan."

As the boys ran off, probably to get into other mischief, Pocahontas sat on a fallen tree and turned toward Matachanna. "You tried to stop me, didn't you? I know you dislike it when I use my position to make people do what I want."

Her sister sat down next to her but didn't speak.

"I don't know why my father-our father-has bestowed such favor on me. I try to use my influence wisely." Pocahontas laughed. "Well, as wisely as I can, having seen only eleven returns of the new leaves."

"Of all our brothers and sisters, you are his favorite," Matachanna said. "He always says, 'My Matoaka, my Pocahontas, she it is who makes me smile.'" She drew out the words, deepening her voice.

Pocahontas laughed at her sister's impersonation of their great father. He spoke exactly like that. Her father began calling her Pocahontas-little mischief-maker long before she could remember. Her real name was Amonute, though no one ever said that name. Many called her Matoaka, meaning little snow feather. But when her father started calling her Pocahontas, everyone else did as well.

She didn't really make mischief. It was her father's way of teasing her about walking on her hands instead of her feet, turning somersaults, and hanging from the tree limbs.

She thought about her father. Powerful. No other word described the great Powhatan as well. Her father accomplished what no other chief had ever accomplished. He united all the warring tribes into one great nation, Tsenacomoco. It took years of alliances, battles, and strategies, but here they were-at peace.

All the chiefs of those neighboring tribes gathered during taquitock, that time when...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: MOODY PUBL
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2008
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0802476406
• ISBN 13: 9780802476401
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 142
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