Never, had she guessed that it could be like this her body, mind, and heart melded together, making her one with John Smith. Lying in his strong arms Pocahontas smiled looking into John's face, knowing it could never be like this with any other man. No other man could make her feel so wonderful, so loved. For a long moment he stared at her, marveling at the wondrous gift they had shared. Then a frown suddenly marred his handsome face as he was unwillingly reminded that the woman he loved was being taken away from him. He pulled her closer to him and caressed her cheek with his thumb, then placed his cheek on hers. In a soft whisper near her ear she heard " Thank you. Thank you for loving me, for you are my everything, my light in this world of darkness. I am nothing without you. Always remember I love you with every beat of my heart." Pocahontas felt a tiny trickle of moisture on her cheek, and she knew it was from him. She held him, letting him cry, for soon she knew her own would touch him. There they would lie together until dawn. As the horizon grew with light John knew he must leave. As he readied himself to leave, he promised himself that he would figure out some way for them to be together. He knew she would understand this without explanation. " I can't see you marry him, " he said. She now knew of his suffering and on that day she didn't wish him to see more of her own. " I understand she." she explained. " I will have to leave for a few months but, I will send Thomas with word from me. Find a maid who you can trust, that will receive the letters and give them to you. Pocahontas, I will come for you and I will not rest until we are together. I will find some way for us to escape no matter what happens, I love you." John placed her in a strong embrace and kissed to her tender lips. When he released her she nodded in agreement and replied, " I love you always." John walked to the garden door and placed his hand on the knob, he stopped when he heard her ask with a voice full of passion " will you come to me again tomorrow." He turned to her and as soft as the night air whispered yes and as swiftly as he had come in was gone.
Pocahontas lay in her bed till the light of the sun broke through the endless kingdom of the night. As she lay she buried the wonderful memories of her and love's night together in her heart. Her thoughts moved to the fact that in a month and a half's time she would be married to a man she did not love and this brought a pain to her heart that shook her very core. The fact that she would have to betray John Smith and herself, by giving herself to another man killed part of her spirit. But the fullness within her heart of John's love broke through this cold abyss and she knew that somehow their love would live and their suffering would end. She was pulled from her thoughts by a soft knock on the door, she rose and opened the door, it was Anne. Anne was her maid, she was a woman not much older than she, but a few months with child. Like Pocahontas, Anne and her husband were outsiders; they had fled from Ireland in the hopes of a new life together after circumstances like Pocahontas' own forced them to choose love over differences. " Hello miss, how are you this fine morning" Anne replied in her thick Irish accent. Pocahontas knew that Anne was the only person in the whole household who could be trusted with the task that she would ask. In a half lie Pocahontas told her," I am well, but my woman's time has come upon me early and there is blood on the sheets." " I will clean that for you miss and I am so sorry for your trouble," as Anne prepared to change the sheets. " It is all right Anne, I have a matter to talk to you about." Anne stopped from her work as listened to her mistress. "Anne, you and I have been in similar situations on love. I too loved and still love someone who is forced to be apart from me because of circumstances, but unlike you we are in a position we can't escape. I know you understand my pain, so I am asking you to help ease that pain by helping me. I am asking you deliver letters to me from a friend of my lover's. He is going to be gone from me awhile and is working on a way for us to be together." Anne stood with a look of wonder in her eyes as she listened to Pocahontas open her heart. " Anne I am begging you to help me. I know of your wish to make a new start in the New World and my lover can make this happen if you help me. Only you Anne can help me." A look of sympathy gathered over Anne's face as she spoke, " Miss I understand your pain as well and I am sorry that you are separated from the one you love. You do not have to beg me to help you, for I will.
(If you do not wish to read about Pochontas and John Smith having sex, skip Chapter Two)