The Captive Princess: A Story Based on the Life of Young Pocahontas [NOOK Book]


Once upon a time there was an Algonquin princess named Pocahontas, a curious
10-year-old who loved exploring the tidewater lands of her people. One day she encounters strangers, a group of people that look different from her own. She befriends them,
and when her people come into conflict with these new settlers, Pocahontas steps in to save the life of one of them by ...
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Once upon a time there was an Algonquin princess named Pocahontas, a curious
10-year-old who loved exploring the tidewater lands of her people. One day she encounters strangers, a group of people that look different from her own. She befriends them,
and when her people come into conflict with these new settlers, Pocahontas steps in to save the life of one of them by offering her own. Based on the true story of Pocahontas' early life.
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What People Are Saying

Pocahontas has long been a favorite character of mine, and Wendy Lawton brings her to glorious life in The Captive Princess. Through Lawton's excellent research and vivid writing, Pocahontas walked out of the dense forest and into my heart. This book is a treasure!
-Angela Hunt, author of Uncharted

I jumped at the chance to read Wendy Lawton's latest book, The Captive Princess, because of her previous stories. Again, she wove her literary magic. Always true to historical facts and able to infuse spiritual truths naturally, Wendy Lawton is a master storyteller.
-Donita K. Paul, author of popular Christian fantasy, including The DragonKeeper Chronicles

What a delightful insight into the life of Princess Pocahontas. I wanted to be her best friend and live the same adventure! From the first page to the last, The Captive Princess enchanted me.
-DiAnn Mills, author of When the Nile Runs Red

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781575673837
  • Publisher: Moody Publishers
  • Publication date: 3/1/2008
  • Series: Daughters of the Faith Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: New Edition
  • Pages: 144
  • Sales rank: 927,739
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

WENDY LAWTON, an award-winning writer, sculptor, and doll designer,
founded the Lawton Doll Company in 1979. She currently works as an agent for the
Books & Such Literary Agency. Wendy has written numerous books, including six for her Daughters of Faith series and four for her Real TV series. Wendy is active in her church and is a frequent speaker for women's groups. Wendy and her husband, Keith, are parents to three adult children and live in Hilmar, California.
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The Captive Princess

A Story Based on the Life of Young Pocahontas

By Wendy Lawton, Cheryl Dunlop

Moody Publishers

Copyright © 2008 Wendy Lawton
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-57567-383-7


Setting the Captive Free

Shouts from the edge of the forest shattered the afternoon quiet. Pocahontas and Matachanna dropped the oyster shells they'd been using to scrape a deerskin pelt. Besides shouts, Pocahontas could pick out the howls and yelps of agitated dogs, along with the chattering of a frightened animal. As she stood craning her neck to get a better view, she saw an intent knot of boys and dogs. Furtive over-the-shoulder looks from the circle of boys told Pocahontas that something was afoot.

"Maraowanchesso!" Boys could be such nuisances. She pulled her sister to her feet. "Look at those boys over there—across the footbridge by the edge of the trees."

"I see." Matachanna squinted her eyes against the bright afternoon sun. "What are they doing?"

"I wish I knew." Pocahontas crept closer. "The way those dogs bark and circle, it must have to do with hunting."

"Where are the mothers?" Matachanna asked.

"They're preparing the ground for planting—too far away to hear. We'd best go see." Pocahontas pulled off the fur mantle she wore. It kept her warm on days like today, but she couldn't move as quickly in it.

Matachanna also removed hers. She folded it and put it beside the pelt frame.

Another round of yelping punctuated by chirpy cries sent the two girls hurrying toward the creek. Pocahontas made her way across the peeled log that bridged the creek first, followed by her younger sister.

The final snowmelt had swelled the creek, but neither girl feared water. Powhatan children swam as well as they walked. The mothers threw their children into water before they could even crawl. They claimed it hardened them off and made them strong. If the babies didn't enjoy the water so much, Pocahontas doubted the mothers would still do it, toughness or not. Powhatan parents loved their children.

Being a water baby had worked for Pocahontas. She could swim against the swiftest current if need be. Matachanna swam better than many of the boys her age, but she had a long way to go before she could match strokes with Pocahontas.

Of course the girls were just as agile traversing the footbridge, so swimming in the cold waters never entered Pocahontas's mind. She had nothing but the boys and their mischief on her mind.

One of the boys spotted the girls running toward them and called out a warning to his friends. The boys turned as one, their hands behind their backs. Standing shoulder to shoulder they faced the girls. They were hiding something.

The dogs continued to circle and bark.

"Hush," the oldest boy said. One of the dogs whined and quieted, but the rest ignored him.

"It's the princess," whispered another, his eyes widening.

Pocahontas pushed forward and the wall of boys opened for her. She smiled to herself. It never hurt to be the favored daughter of the most powerful man in all the land.

When she saw what caused the chaos, a familiar tightness gripped her chest. A large arakun wriggled against captivity, sputtering and chattering. His masked face registered anger and pain. He worked furiously with his nimble front paws to try to free his leg from the sinew bonds of the trap.

"We caught him in our trap," the first boy said. "He's just a 'rakun but a big one. A fighter."

"We captured him and he is our prisoner," said the littlest one.

Pocahontas knew she should be used to this. Young boys were supposed to learn to hunt. By the time of their huskanaw, their passage from boyhood to manhood, they were expected to be expert hunters. She understood that with her head, but her heart rebelled. For some reason, seeing a captive—whether animal or enemy—always made her uneasy.

She looked the oldest boy in the eye and pulled herself to her full height. "Let him go," she said in a voice that left no room for arguing.

Matachanna put a hand on Pocahontas's arm and whispered, "Are you sure?"

Pocahontas ignored her sister. "Let him go."

The oldest boy slid his wooden knife out of the leather thong around his waist. He sawed through the laces holding the animal.

When finally freed, the animal scurried toward the forest with dogs chasing him. Pocahontas knew the dogs would tree the animal but once up in the branches, the arakun would be safe.

She turned toward the boys. "You shall be great hunters someday, but never forget—a brave hunter kills his prey swiftly and painlessly. And he only takes what he needs to feed his people."

"Will you tell your father?" the oldest boy asked.

Pocahontas stood with her feet apart and put her hands on her hips. "My father would not like to hear that you were torturing the animal. Arakun is not our enemy." She could see worry on the faces of the boys. She smiled. "I will not tell the Powhatan."

As the boys ran off, probably to get into other mischief, Pocahontas sat on a fallen tree and turned toward Matachanna. "You tried to stop me, didn't you? I know you dislike it when I use my position to make people do what I want."

Her sister sat down next to her but didn't speak.

"I don't know why my father—our father—has bestowed such favor on me. I try to use my influence wisely." Pocahontas laughed. "Well, as wisely as I can, having seen only eleven returns of the new leaves."

"Of all our brothers and sisters, you are his favorite," Matachanna said. "He always says, 'My Matoaka, my Pocahontas, she it is who makes me smile.'" She drew out the words, deepening her voice.

Pocahontas laughed at her sister's impersonation of their great father. He spoke exactly like that. Her father began calling her Pocahontas—little mischief-maker—long before she could remember. Her real name was Amonute, though no one ever said that name. Many called her Matoaka, meaning little snow feather. But when her father started calling her Pocahontas, everyone else did as well.

She didn't really make mischief. It was her father's way of teasing her about walking on her hands instead of her feet, turning somersaults, and hanging from the tree limbs.

She thought about her father. Powerful. No other word described the great Powhatan as well. Her father accomplished what no other chief had ever accomplished. He united all the warring tribes into one great nation, Tsenacomoco. It took years of alliances, battles, and strategies, but here they were—at peace.

All the chiefs of those neighboring tribes gathered during taquitock, that time when the leaves turn colors, to bring tributes to the great Powhatan. Pocahontas loved to watch the canoes come ashore piled high with deerskins, roanoke, copper, corn, and puccoon root—all for her father. He built a storehouse almost as big as his ceremonial lodge to hold all the tributes.

"Does it seem unfair to you that our father favors me over all his children?" Pocahontas asked Matachanna. Sometimes it worried her. She had more than a hundred half-brothers and half-sisters, including Matachanna, and yet her father showed marked partiality only to her.

"I don't think so," Matachanna said, studying a beetle crawling on the side of her hand. "It has always been so for me."

Pocahontas loved this half-sister. Her father had many wives over his long life and many, many children. How glad she was that one of them turned out to be Matachanna. Her sister. Her friend.

"So you do not think I should have bullied the boys into letting the arakun go?"

Matachanna laughed. "I know you. You cannot stand to see anything held captive. I knew as soon as I saw that furry leg tangled in the trap that you would do whatever it took to save that arakun."

"You know me too well."

"I remember when the warriors brought Nokomias and her people to the village. You couldn't stop talking about that."

Pocahontas remembered as well.

In her tenth spring her father sent the braves of her village on a war party to massacre the Chesapeakes. Yes, her wise father, who had made peace with all other tribes—except the faraway Massawomecks, of course. She didn't like to think about the Chesapeakes. The entire time the warriors had been away, she did everything she could to keep from imagining what they were doing.

Even when she should have been sleeping, she thought about the Chesapeakes. She pictured war clubs, screams, and frightened children. Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest. She could feel the beat of it in her ears. When she woke with the morning sun and still could not put the scenes out of her mind, she made her way to her father's lodge, the largest building in the village. Several mats had been removed from the roof to let sunlight stream in, illuminating the great Powhatan. The rest of the lodge was dark and smelled of apooke smoke. Her father sat high on his platform of mats at the far end with his wise men crowded around him. Those warriors too old to join the raid stood around the perimeter of the room.

Pocahontas stood tall as she made her way to her father's dais and sat at his feet without speaking.

"I can see that you have a question dancing on your tongue, amosens." Her father used the word for daughter in front of all the men, signifying that he welcomed her. She knew that he always welcomed her, but many of his advisors did not approve of his favoritism. Besides being a child, she was a girl—to them it didn't make sense. The favorite should have been a son. Pocahontas had learned to ignore their frowns.

"Great Powhatan, I know that you rule with wisdom, but why have you sent our warriors out to battle the Chesapeake peoples?" Pocahontas knew this was a bold question and so she kept her voice respectful and formal.

"You always present difficult questions for me, don't you?" He smiled. "I knew you would be a match for me long ago when you were still a baby. The first words you spoke were questions." He reached down and touched her hair. "The ways of men and spirits are difficult to explain."

Pocahontas stayed silent.

"To forge this great nation, this Tsenacomoco, Okeus called us to fight and to make alliances. He told us to take lands and to take people. Yes, amosens, we had to take people. We needed to be ready to shoot an arrow into the heart of trouble before trouble could even notch his own arrow."

"But the Chesapeakes have been our friends."

"You speak truth. They always acted as friends, but our wise man—our quiyoughsokuk—received a powerful dream. It told him that an invader would come from the land of the rising sun and that they would someday conquer our people." He took the apooke pipe between his lips, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. He handed the pipe off to the man seated to his left and let the smoke drift out his mouth. "How could the great Powhatan not answer that danger? Should I have let that threat to our people grow?"

"But are you sure it was the Chesapeakes?" Pocahontas wondered if the threat could have been the Espaniuks from across the waters.

Her father didn't answer. He folded his hands and closed his eyes—a sign that he refused to talk further about it.

It wasn't long afterward that the warriors finally came home and crowded into the great lodge. They were still painted for war, white ash slashed with black. They didn't even look like the men Pocahontas knew. She had been sitting on the dais near her father's feet, but when they began to regale their listeners with tales of slaughter and triumph, she stood to leave. As she walked toward the opening, she could see them dancing with the scalp locks. They raised them high in the air, giving whoops of triumph.

Pocahontas walked faster. She couldn't listen. She knew her father did not seek war recklessly and she knew his wisdom was greater than any other weroance who had ever served the Powhatan people, but she still could not bring herself to rejoice with her people over their victory.

The next day, a group of returning braves marched a handful of frightened Chesapeake women and children into Werowocomoco. Pocahontas's brother Nantaquaus returned with the warriors. As one of the favorite sons of the great Powhatan, he held his head high, but Pocahontas noticed that he never met her eyes.

One boy they brought back from the Chesapeake raid had skin the color of the palest moon and hair that looked like corn silk. Strange. Pocahontas could not stop looking at him. Did his color mean he came from the water instead of the good red earth? Was he a different creature? No one would answer her questions. Finally her father told her that the boy went to live with the Arrohattoc. She wished she could have touched him.

One of the other children in the group was Nokomias.

* * *

"Are you thinking about Nokomias?" Matachanna asked, bringing Pocahontas back to the present.

"I was remembering the day she came."

"Aren't you glad our village welcomes captives? Our father treats Nokomias like another daughter."

"But I don't understand why people must fight in the first place. If we hadn't wiped out the Chesapeakes, Nokomias would still be with her own people. No one would have had to adopt her."

Matachanna stood up. She had little patience for questioning.

"Why can't people live in peace?" Pocahontas had said those very words to herself many, many times. Why can't we all live in peace?

"Why do you ask so many questions, Pocahontas? It is our way. It has always been our way. Our father says we fight so we can have peace at last."

Matachanna would never understand. She accepted things without question. "Come. Let's go back into the village and find Nokomias." Pocahontas crouched as if to push off for a faster start. "I'll race you to the footbridge."

"As if I could ever beat you in a footrace." The words were flung back at the crouching Pocahontas as Matachanna took off. She may have had a head start but Pocahontas would still beat her.



Pocahontas, Matachanna, and Nokomias worked side by side, each bending over a different row. They stayed close enough to talk but far enough apart to keep from bumping into one another.

"Shall we make it a competition?" Pocahontas asked.

"With you being the oldest and fastest, I wonder why you would suggest a contest?" Matachanna didn't smile, but Pocahontas knew she was being teased again. Matachanna was one of the few people in the village who ever dared to tease her.

Because of her powerful father, people often either treated her with excessive respect or else they were timid and hesitant. Pocahontas worked hard to overcome this by trying to be natural with people—by joking and teasing everyone into friendship. Nantaquaus once observed that her funny songs, somersaults, and antics were her way of trying to put people at ease. He probably wasn't far wrong.

"I don't want to race," Nokomias said. "This is my first time to help with planting and I want to do it right. I have to keep repeating, 'Two bean, two squash, three corn; two bean, two squash, three corn.'"

"We ought to make up a song to help us." Matachanna loved to sing. She started to hum a tune.

"It would work except you both keep talking and before I realize it, I've planted three squash, two corn, and three bean." Nokomias sighed.

Pocahontas laughed at her friend. It hadn't been that long since Nokomias came to Werowocomoco. At first she seemed like one who walked in her sleep, but Pocahontas kept talking to her and including her whenever she and Matachanna played. Before long Nokomias began to talk a little. Never about her village or her people, but about whatever they were doing.

It was a start.

Recently, she had even begun to laugh once in a while. One of the mothers, Alaqua, had made a home for Nokomias in her lodge. Pocahontas was glad Nokomias had a new mother to watch over her.

"Why do we plant three kinds of seeds all together?" Nokomias asked. "In my village we planted the corn in one plot, squash in a different plot, and beans in yet another."

Matachanna looked at Pocahontas. That was the first time Nokomias had mentioned her village. Pocahontas recognized it as a big step.

"We plant them all together because the corn grows strong and tall and makes a pole for the beans to climb. The squash grows fast and broad, shading the tender shoots and keeping the earth moist." Pocahontas put another seed into the furrow.

"And there's something about planting them together that feeds the earth," Matachanna said. "Before we planted them together the mothers say we had to move our fields more often. Now they all grow stronger."

"So why do you plant two squash seeds, two beans, and three corn? Why not just one of each?"

"You ask almost as many questions as Pocahontas," Matachanna said.

Pocahontas pitched a soft clod of dirt toward her sister's head.

"Ouch!" Matachanna picked up a clod of her own and weighted it in her hand for a moment before letting it fall back to the ground. "We plant two beans, two squash seeds, and two kernels of corn to give the earth one for growing and another one to keep if she desires. If earth decides to send both shoots, we pluck the weaker one out of the ground to make room for the strong one." She stooped down and laid the seeds into another furrow.

"And we add the third kernel of corn because no matter how hard we work to keep the crows away, they always seem to steal at least one of the kernels of corn." Pocahontas eyed her sister moving ahead and increased her own rhythm. Two bean, two squash, three corn; two bean, two squash, three corn ...


Excerpted from The Captive Princess by Wendy Lawton, Cheryl Dunlop. Copyright © 2008 Wendy Lawton. Excerpted by permission of Moody Publishers.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

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Table of Contents


1. Setting the Captive Free,
2. Werowocomoco,
3. Great White Bird,
4. Tassantassuk,
5. Friends or Enemies,
6. Death to the Captive,
7. Living at Peace,
8. Royal Visit to Jamestown,
9. Saving Jamestown,
10. Traitors and Treachery,
11. Captured,
12. Forever Set Free,
Glossary of Powhatan Words,
Proper Names,
Place/Tribe Names,

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  • Posted June 20, 2011

    Great Series for Girls

    This story is based upon the life of young Pocahontas. Wendy Lawton follows the same format of using a glossary to help readers with words that are important to the story and that need to be explained. Her writing again is engaging and interesting. I could picture what Pocahontas' world was like. I have to admit that I knew very little about Pocahontas until I read this story. It again is a historical novel based on what is known about Pocahontas' life. I was drawn in more by Mary Bunyan's story, but both stories are good reads. They are books that I would feel comfortable with my daughters reading. I know that they will remember who Pocahontas was after reading this story. Heart of Dakota's reading program also recommends this book as part of their 4th-5th grade optional selections for girls. Knowing that confirms to me that this book is appropriate for girls in grades 4-8.

    There are 8 books in Ms. Lawton's Daughters of the Faith series. They are each set within 1600-1950. These books could be a great supplement to your homeschool history curriculum or reading for historical/biographical fiction. Some of the stories, I suspect, are more based upon fact than others simply because there are some figures in history that more is known about than others. If you're not homeschooling, I would also recommend these books to parents who have children in school and are looking for good books for their daughters to read.

    I highly recommend this series for girls in this age range. Yes, I did say "girls". I happen to be one of those people that believes girls are more likely to be interested in some books than boys--and that the same is true in reverse about other books.

    Please note that I received complimentary copies of these books for review from Moody Publishing.

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