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14 !<br />
<strong>The</strong> solid flap of the room hisses open, sounding like an angry, slithering snake. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
walk out into the corridor. “We can use the glass tram, but not travel in it,” he says.<br />
Another flap cycles open with the sound of a loud Summer wind. <strong>The</strong> panorama of his city<br />
spreads out before her. Tall, long buildings crowd the view. <strong>The</strong>se are so like her Father’s<br />
longhouse stood upon one end. Strange giant birds fly about. <strong>The</strong>ir wings do not flap or<br />
beat. Towering stone pipes billow out white smoke, like a winter fire of burning chicory or<br />
palmetto. Ants—what must be ants—walk upon two legs only.<br />
“Sorry,” he says, “it’s not the best side of the laboratory. We have the fuel cell<br />
factories and their smokestacks. <strong>The</strong> cells may be pretty green, but the hydrogen extraction<br />
process is powered by some ungreen sources. Even with the Clean Coal, they wreak havoc<br />
with the shell-fish beds, I’m told.”<br />
She knocks upon the clear surface. “It’s steelglass.” [<strong>The</strong> translator brain-farts again.<br />
TRANSPARENT IRON.]<br />
“Is this my Tenakomakah?” she asks. [THE TIDEWATER, the computer translates.]<br />
“Yeah, water’s the main ingredient going in and going out of a fuel cell.” He laughs<br />
at a joke she cannot understand even with the aid of the translator.<br />
“Where are the four-legged people?” Matoak asks.<br />
“Oh, we’ve got zoos. Even big preserves. <strong>The</strong> [ANIMALS] are fine. I wish I could<br />
bring you to the Washington Zoo. You’d love it!”<br />
“Where is my home? Where is Werowocomoco?”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>re,” he says, “it’s there.”<br />
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* * *<br />
She awoke into the brightness of Spring daylight. It was just a dream, she told<br />
herself. Thank the Great Spirit! She gazed up to the sun, but a shadow fell upon her. She<br />
turned her head to see the old woman who had raised her. Her people had no queen, and<br />
her mother had been sent far away upon her birth. This aged one sufficed. Mostly.<br />
“Matoak, your father needs you. Do you know what he requires?”<br />
“Yes,” she said. “My Uncle Opechancanough has captured one of the newcomers. I<br />
am to throw myself across the stranger to protect his life.”<br />
“Very good. It will be his death and his birth to our people.”<br />
* * *<br />
<strong>The</strong> stranger was thrust upon a large rock. He lay across it. His coat fell open, and<br />
his soiled white shirt stood out. His eyes grew wide as he scanned about the capitol of the<br />
Powhatan, and wider still as he focused upon Kocoum, her future husband. In his hands,<br />
Kocoum carried the foot long hickory shaft of his tumahák. One end had a stone axehead<br />
that she had seen him chip himself. <strong>The</strong> other end was hollow to allow the drinking of<br />
tobacco. It was a peace pipe and tomahawk together: the two sides of a relationship, friend<br />
or adversary.