Squanto: A Warrior's Tale Page #4

and observe our ways.

Is it not our duty to bring Iight

into the darkness?

(man) Oh! Oh! Ohh!

- (laughter)

- Oh!

- Do you see this flower?

- Yes.

It is a pink Mandevilla.

When it blooms,

its petals are Iike a trumpet.

But it's not blooming

because it is a gift from our brothers

in a monastery in Spain.

- You see? You cannot uproot a flower...

- (thunder)

and plant it in a place

where it does not belong!

But Squanto has nowhere to go.

He's Iost, and from what he's told me,

I believe he's come

from the New World.

- Poppycock! I'II never believe it.

- (men cheering)

There is no New World.

There is only this world.

And this world, Brother Daniel,

is not round. It is flat!

- Oh, Brother...

- FIat!

Whatever you believe,

Squanto came to our country by ship.

Winter is upon us.

No ships will sail before spring.

Will you deny him shelter, Brother Paul?

Come.

(Squanto chanting)

(all chanting)

Heavenly Father!

Heavenly Father...

we thank thee

for these and all thy mercies.

Amen.

(Squanto speaking Algonquin)

- What is that word?

- Kissuulk.

- It is the name of Squanto's god.

- (men) Oh...

Ah. And what exactly

is the function of this... god?

Squanto, tell us about Kissuulk.

He is the Creator.

(men) Ah.

Tell me, Squanto, this mysterious Iand

that you come from -

you must miss it after all this time.

Yes, Brother Paul.

I miss my family, my people...

And Nakooma.

Nakooma is the name

of Squanto's bride.

Bride? You are married, Squanto?

Yes, Brother Paul.

(laughter)

Where are the women of your tribe?

We have no women, Squanto.

We have devoted our Iives to God.

Your tribe will die with no women.

(Brother Paul)

Squanto, we are not a tribe.

I would never join a tribe

with no women.

- (laughter)

- We are not a tribe.

I Ioved Nakooma

when we were children.

I miss her.

I was so fortunate

to be with the brothers,

who taught me their language,

their ways and values.

But as the seasons passed,

I got restless.

Nakooma was visiting me

in my dreams,

and I saw tears in her eyes.

I had to be with my people again soon,

or my heart would die.

(hawk cries)

For months we've been searching for him.

He must have drowned, Sir George.

It's the only explanation.

That's a convenient explanation.

If he's dead, I want proof.

- If not, keep on Iooking for him.

- Sir George, Iook at my men.

The weather's been fierce.

They've been frostbitten!

We've Iost two horses!

You Iose your position if you fail me,

Harding. You hear me?

Your status, your income,

your reputation, your future.

This is PIymouth! I own PIymouth!

Yes, Sir George.

Who are you?

Sir George, my name is William

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