He feasts there still.

The Chickahominies and the Powhatans have buried the hatchet." "I regret to hear it," I remarked.

"Whilst they took each other's scalps, mine own felt the safer." "I advise going direct to Opechancanough," said Rolfe.
"Since he's only a league away, so do I," I answered.
We left the block house and the clearing around it, and plunged into the depths of the forest.

In these virgin woods the trees are set well apart, though linked one to the other by the omnipresent grape, and there is little undergrowth, so that we were able to make good speed.
Rolfe and I rode well in front of our men.

By now the sun was shining through the lower branches of the trees, and the mist was fast vanishing.