The creature, one of the five females of her kind then in Virginia, looked at us with large, rolling eyes. She knew a little Spanish, and I spoke to her in that tongue, bidding her find her mistress and tell her that company waited. When she was gone I placed a jack of ale upon the table, and Rolfe and I sat down to discuss it. Had I been in a mood for laughter, I could have found reason in his puzzled face. There were flowers upon the table, and beside them a litter of small objects, one of which he now took up.
“A white glove,” he said, “perfumed and silver-fringed, and of a size to fit Titania.”
I spread its mate out upon my palm. “A woman's hand. Too white, too soft, and too small.”
He touched lightly, one by one, the slender fingers of the glove he held. “A woman's hand,—strength in weakness, veiled power, the star in the mist, guiding, beckoning, drawing upward!”
I laughed and threw the glove from me. “The star, a will-of-the-wisp; the goal, a slough,” I said.
As he sat opposite me a change came over his face, a change so great that I knew before I turned that she was in the room.
The bundle which I had carried for her from Jamestown was neither small nor light. Why, when she fled, she chose to burden herself with such toys, or whether she gave a thought to the suspicions that might be raised in Virginia if one of Sir Edwyn's maids bedecked herself in silk and lace and jewels, I do not know, but she had brought to the forest and the tobacco fields the gauds of a maid of honor. The Puritan dress in which I first saw her was a thing of the past; she clothed herself now like the parrakeets in the forest,—or liker the lilies of the field, for verily she toiled not, neither did she spin.
Rolfe and I rose from our seats. “Mistress Percy,” I said, “let me present to you a right worthy gentleman and my very good friend, Master John Rolfe.”
She curtsied, and he bowed low. He was a man of quick wit and had been at court, but for a time he could find no words. Then: “Mistress Percy's face is not one to be forgotten. I have surely seen it before, though where”—
Her color mounted, but she answered him indifferently enough. “Probably in London, amongst the spectators of some pageant arranged in honor of the princess, your wife, sir,” she said carelessly. “I had twice the fortune to see the Lady Rebekah passing through the streets.”