He opened the locket and showed her a picture inside. On the locket was engraved the words, "To Sir Walter Raleigh, from his Queen, Elizabeth."
White Doe saw the inscription, but she could not read it.
The man offered to put the chain and locket about her neck. She stepped back, and the wolf at her heels snarled. She made a motion that the interview was ended and that the man should go to see the Indians whose houses and cabins were but a short distance away.
The man did not go. Instead, he in the universal sign language took off his hat, pressed his hand on his heart, and fell on one knee. He motioned to the East, away—away, away across the sea!
Would she go with him?
Proudly she shook her head, half-smiled and again ordered him to go.
Her manner said plainly that this was her home: She was Queen of the Croatoans—was this not enough?
A shade of anger moved across the man's face. He was used to having his orders obeyed. He moved toward her as if he would seize her. Now it was her turn to stand still. The wolf leaped to her side, and across the intervening space from the cabin lumbered a big black bear.