leave me to the mercies of the savages, will you? And I may go to Jamestown, may n’t I? I want to go to church. I want to go to the Governor’s house. I want to buy a many things. I have gold in plenty, and but this one decent dress. You’ll take me with you, won’t you?”

“There’s not your like in Virginia,” I told her. “If you go to town clad like that and with that bearing, there will be talk enough. And ships come and go, and there are those besides Rolfe who have been to London.”

For a moment the laughter died from her eyes and lips, but it returned. “Let them talk,” she said. “What care I? And I do not think your ship captains, your traders and adventurers, do often dine with my lord bishop.