Chapter 113: Country Roads
June, 1613
John Rolfe looked at the books spread out before him and found that he wanted to scream. There was so much to be done. He had to file the accounts, he had to pay his workers, and he had to inspect the produce. All of that had to be done before the sun went down today. As always he’d left things to the last moment and that was something he really needed to change.
It was something that drew amused laughter from Pocahontas, he knew. She was always saying that he should balance his day, and he was always agreeing with her, but perhaps he should actually do what she suggested. She knew what she was talking about. He’d watched her working with the women, she was their leader now. Which was good, it showed that the people of Henricus could work with the natives and not be at war.
He shifted as his thoughts turned to something else related to Pocahontas. Their stolen kisses. Their shared glances, the touch of their hands. John felt guilty, she was a heathen, he shouldn’t have feelings for her. But he did. He knew he did and he only hoped that God could help him find a way to deal with these feelings.
“Sir?” A voice called out breaking through his thoughts.
John blinked and turned, seeing Richard Jefferson staring at him. “What is it Dick?” He asked.
“I…I have some new information, Sir.” Richard said.
“Well, get to it.” He commanded. Richard could be a bit slow sometimes.
“The company has received a new order from London.” Richard said.
“From London?” John asked. That couldn’t be right. The King didn’t like tobacco something he’d made very clear to the governor.
“Yes, Sir.” Richard said.
“From who?” John demanded.
“The Earl of Suffolk.” Richard answered.
“Let me see.” John ordered, Suffolk would have written a letter no doubt. Richard reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter and handed it to John. John looked at it, it had Suffolk’s seal on it, he opened the thing and read.
Dear Mr Rolfe,
I write from warm London.
I have submitted an order for 20 shipments of your product. There is rising demand in London and the surrounding areas.
I will pay upon delivery.
Yours
Lord Suffolk.
It was a short letter but John wasn’t going to oppose it. He looked at Richard. “When did this come through?”
“Earlier today, Sir.” Richard answered.
“Get the order ready at once.” John said.
“Yes, Sir.” Richard said. “Will Lord Suffolk be charged the usual amount?”
John paused, normal business sense dictated that he charge Suffolk the regular amount or slightly more but given Suffolk was the King’s main minister he supposed he could give him the goods with some of the price reduced. “Reduce it by 5%.”
“Yes, Sir.” Richard replied, standing up and disappearing, leaving John alone with his thoughts.
If he could get Suffolk as a client or even as a patron, then perhaps he could break down the King’s opposition. That would be good. Without the King’s blessing, this venture was doomed to fail. At least for the time being.
Maybe he should speak to Pocahontas about this? She always seemed to know how to work on people. She’d done it with her tribal chief, ensuring that he was willing to stop burning and raiding near Henricus and Jamestown, in exchange for trading terms. But then, would it really be right to get advice from her?
There was a knock on the door then. “Enter.” John said.
He turned as the door opened and a young man, built like a bull entered. This was Alexander Whitaker, the chaplain of Henricus. Why he’d gone into the church, John didn’t know. “Mr Whitaker.” John said standing up.
“Please sit down, Mr Rolfe.” Whitaker said softly. John sat down and gestured for the seat that Richard had just vacated, Whitaker took the seat and spoke. “I’ve come to talk with you about something that has been bothering you.”
John raised an eyebrow then remembered what he’d said to Whitaker after a few cups of ale the other day and blushed. “I…I hope that I have not inconvenienced you, Mr Whitaker.”
“Nonsense. I am a man of God, it is my duty to help those in need.” Whitaker replied.
John nodded though he was hardly reassured. “So, what was it about that, that you wanted to talk about?”
“Well, I think there is a solution to the moral quandary you find yourself in.” Whitaker answered.
John frowned. “There is?”
“Yes.” Whitaker said. “Lady Pocahontas has said she wishes to be baptised.”
“She has?!” John exclaimed, that was brilliant news.
“She has.” Whitaker said. “Indeed, I believe she wishes to be baptised as soon as possible.”
“So, when is that occurring?” John asked, trying and failing to keep the excitement from his voice.
“At the end of the month.” Whitaker said. “I believe she said she was going to speak with you about it, so please do not mention that we have spoken.”
“Of course.” John replied.
“Now you need not walk around like a lost puppy.” Whitaker jested.
John blushed. “I do not think I have been doing that.” Whitaker frowned and John raised an eyebrow. “Have I?”
“You have, Mr Rolfe.” Whitaker replied. “But you need not worry, God has found an answer to your prayers.”
John nodded. “And I am forever grateful for that.”
Whitaker nodded and then rose. “Now, if you will forgive me, I must go and visit the Governor in Jamestown.” With that Whitaker departed.
John watched him go and then took a deep breath. So, his love was going to be baptised, which meant he wouldn’t be marrying some sort of heathen. Because he did want to marry her. He loved her. And he hoped that she loved him. He would talk to her about it later today.
He took a deep breath and looked back at the books. He just needed to focus on the accounts and make sure that nothing was missing. He knew how badly that could impact things.