Saints & Strangers

We must inform... Massasoit.

They desecrated our graves

and stole our corn.

What should I do?

Attack them this night.

Trap them on that beach.

Burn their small boat,

slaughter them.

Then the others will leave.

They have women and children. If they don't leave?

We've started a war.

More may come for revenge.

What would you advise?

Attack them now.

While we can.

Drive them away before other ships come with more settlers.

Discourage them.

Send them elsewhere.

Wematin?

Wematin?

Wematin! Why are you here? It has been only five days.

Your time with the land is not yet complete.

Yes, father. But I saw something.

Learn to confront your fear, boy.

This is your time to strengthen.

Let him speak, Hobbamock.

There are many. The white men from the ocean.

I marked them as they moved.

Women, children and beasts.

They come to stay.

Misery and pain follows them.

We must drive them into the sea.

Perhaps they come to dwell. Not to fight.

Perhaps they come to do both.

Canonicus of Narragansett,

we are honored that you traveled so far to join this gathering.

Canacum of Manomet,

Aspinet of Nauset,

Wituwamut of the Massachusett.

Let us discuss the strangers in our midst.

In your midst.

We should all share concern.

The very day they arrived, they raided our corn stores.

It is possible they were hungry.

They are thieves.

When the English came, my people suffered greatly.

Many were taken and enslaved.

They don't just take.

They bring angry gods,

gods who spread sickness among our people.

It's no mystery that the sickness preys upon the weak.

Now, your diminished numbers have left you weaker still.

Especially you, Massasoit.

Perhaps, but resolved and defiant.

Defiant? Alone?

Surely you need protection. Is that not why you've invited me here today?

I would protect you all against the English.

In return, the Narragansett will require allegiance from all of you.

You mean tribute.

We already do.

Now you may pay more.

We trade in food, we trade in tools.

Today, we trade in protection.

I offer assurances that if the English wage war on any of your tribes,

the Narragansett will come to your aid.

There will be no additional tribute.

The other Sachems are concerned.

We haven't the numbers to risk going it alone.

He wants us to cower before him. He seeks power over us, not the English.

Yet now we have no ally!

The English are too hungry to attack now.

We wait for winter to thin them out. Then we can act accordingly.

What if they bring sickness to us first?

You saw how it ravaged Patuxet.

Everyone gone.

Not all gone.

No... No, Massasoit.

Squanto is in our midst.

He speaks their language and understands their ways.

I caution this.

Squanto is a lifelong slave to the white man. He is not to be trusted.

It is my decision!

Why do you sneak about?

I've no need to sneak.

Berries don't startle easily.

You lost my kill.

That rabbit?

Tell me, boy, why train your arrow on such a hard target...

...when there lies an easy one

at your feet?

Steady and true...

Wematin! Go.

Massasoit would see you, Squanto.

You've lived here for months, Squanto.

Our people ..

Your people.

Is it true Squanto your land is Patuxet,

but now we have