This was a curious situation--and not very comfortable, either. The
moon had risen, flooding the swamp with pale light. He and Annawan lay
for a few minutes, eyeing one another--the white captain and the red
captain. Captain Church would have given a great deal to know what
Captain Annawan was thinking. Presently Annawan cast off his blanket
and stood up. Without a word, he walked away through the moonlight,
until he disappeared among the trees.

Captain Church did not call out. That would have been sign of fear.
But he was much alarmed. He drew the guns closer to him and shifted
over to lie against young Annawan, so that if the chief found a gun
outside he would not be able to shoot in without risk of hitting his
son.

Pretty soon, here came Annawan back again, through the moonlight, with
a bundle in his arms. He knelt beside Captain Church and spoke in good
English:

"Great captain, you have killed Phillip, and conquered his country, for
I believe that I and my company are the last that war against the
English. Therefore, these things belong to you."

He unwrapped the bundle. It contained the royal treasures of the
Wampanoags. There was a large wampum belt of black and white beads
woven into figures of persons and animals and flowers. Hung upon
Captain Church, it reached from his shoulders to his ankles, before and
behind. There was another wampum belt, with flags worked into it, and
a small belt with a star. And these all were edged with red hair got
in the country of the Mohawks. There were two fine horns full of
glazed powder, and a red blanket.

They had been the tokens of kingship, when King Phillip had sat in
state. They had passed to Annawan, as the next chief. Now they had
passed to Captain Church, the conqueror of both.

After having given them, Chief Annawan seemed to feel relieved. While
the camp slept, he and Captain Church spent the rest of the night
talking like brother warriors. Annawan told of the mighty deeds that
he had done, as a young man under Phillip's father Massasoit, in
battles against other Indians. Captain Church gladly listened. He
appreciated bravery.

There was great joy, the next morning, when with all his prisoners
Captain Church was met by Lieutenant Rowland on the Rehoboth road--for
nobody had expected to see the captain alive again. He sent the most
of the prisoners to Plymouth, by way of Taunton, but he took Annawan
and the scouts to his home in Rhod