evening studies and then to bed.'

Both instantly raised vocal protests, but, smiling, she rousted them out of their chairs. Lee and Judah stood, both bowing to Mrs. Rothenberg and then taking delight in shaking the hands of the two young boys. One embarrassed both his parents when he blurted out that he wished for General Lee's signature; the other then demanded a keepsake as well. Lee, grinning, pulled out his pocket notebook and addressed a brief note, formally commissioning Lt Gunther Rothenberg to his staff, and then did the same for David. Clutching the notes, the boys bounded off to their rooms; their mother followed.

'Thank you, Robert, they'll treasure that forever, in fact, our entire family will treasure it.'

'You have sons to be proud of, sir. And I thank God for you that they are still young enough not to be in service. My own boys are a constant source of worry.'

'Yes, I heard about your son being taken prisoner.'

'I pray there are some of my old friends on the other side who will see after him.'

'This tragedy dividing my adopted country,' said Samuel as he shook his head. 'T fear if it does not end soon, the only thing both sides will gain is a divided and hate-filled land, setting the stage for a repeat of Europe, states constantly warring against each other.'

'My fear as well, sir' Lee replied forcefully. 'That is why I pray that the successes of the current campaign will soon bring the fighting to an end, and then calmer heads, such as my friend Judah here, can negotiate a peaceful solution that is fair to all.'

'May I speak freely, gentlemen?' Samuel asked and Lee sensed a touch of nervousness in his voice.

'Samuel, when did I know you not to speak freely?' Benjamin said, chuckling softly. 'That's why I came here tonight and brought my friend along. You are a leading citizen of this city and we've known each other for years. I want to hear what you have to say about our cause, how we can bring Baltimore into that cause, how we can win and achieve a peace that is just and lasting.'

'You might not like what I have to say.'

'When did that ever stop you, Samuel?'

Samuel was quiet for a moment, and lowered his head, as if praying, then raised his gaze, fixing Judah with it

'It has not been easy the last two years,' Samuel said, his tone suddenly serious. 'As a leader of my community, a community as divided as all others in this city, I've tried to maintain a neutral position, and, as you know, to be neutral often antagonizes both sides. The position of ray people, in spite of the promise of this country, can be a precarious one at times, and thus one must tread softly. I do see both sides of the issue though. I chose to live in the South, I understand many of its ways, and I do agree with the argument that the economic inequities between the two sections needed to be addressed.'

'So at least you are with us on some points then,' Benjamin interjected.

'Of course. But I don't think you wish for me simply to sit back now and offer platitudes when I suspect, my dear friend Judah, that you've come to me wanting something else.'

'Samuel, whenever I come to you, I expect a sharp lesson at some point.'

'I hope it is not too sharp,' Samuel replied.

'Please, Samuel, go ahead,' Judah said.

'You're going to lose the war unless you take radical steps,' Samuel said, almost blurting the words out.

Lee settled back in his chair, not letting any reaction show. Samuel looked over at him nervously, as if expecting some sort of angry or defensive response.

'Please continue, Rabbi,' Lee said quietly. 'I am eager to hear your reasoning.'

'I will not delve into any philosophical debates here. I think too many focus on the lightness, or wrongness, of then-causes, and thus waste effort that should be devoted, instead, to the far more pragmatic question of simply how to win.'

'Your reason for predicting our defeat?' Lee asked.

'You will fail because of three central points-material, numbers, and, most important, the fundamental moral issue behind this war.'

Lee said nothing, looking over at Judah, who had settled back in his chair.

'When it comes to material, you feel you have gained a momentary advantage, which indeed you have. The supplies you garnered in the last month must seem as if you have indeed stumbled into the Garden of Eden before the fall.'

'Not quite that good,' Lee said with a smile, 'but yes, it can sustain our efforts through the rest of the year and give Virginia time to recover from the Union depredations of the last two years.'

'And yet such a loss for the North, their supply depot for an entire army, this city, which is the third largest in the nation, the riches of the state of Maryland, do you think it affects them at all? Will one of their soldiers go hungry or shoeless because of your brilliant successes of the last month? Does it even matter to them?'

Lee reluctantly shook his head.

'Yet if a similar blow was inflicted upon you, it would have spelt the doom of your army.'

Lee did not reply, but he knew it was true; to have lost his supply train at the start of the campaign would have been a disaster almost impossible to recover from.

'Gentlemen, I think that tells us volumes about which side is better suited to war, a new kind of war that Napoleon never dreamed of. If you were fighting fifty years ago, I would say your victory would be assured. Perhaps even ten years ago, but railroads and industry have changed all of that forever. Your opponent can overcome his tactical weaknesses in the field by the mobilization of his masses, wherever he might so desire. That is something the legs and courage of your men can never overcome.'

Lee did not reply. It was a sharp analysis, plainly spoken, but he had just spent the last year overcoming this disadvantage through the courage and the legs of his men, shifting the war from the banks of the James to the banks of the Susquehanna. Politely he shook his head.

'I might disagree, sir, but continue.'

'I will be the first to express admiration for the prowess of you and your command, General Lee; it is the wonder of the world, and even your opponents admire you for it. But how long you can sustain that, General, is open to debate. Imagine Napoleon with all his brilliance, facing a Prussian or even an Austrian army that could move a hundred thousand men at will from one front to another in the twinkling of an eye. I think you know what would happen in the end, even with him.'

'Yet, was it not Napoleon who said that morale was more powerful than any other factor upon the field of battle?' Lee replied, his voice calm and even, in spite of the tension he felt. 'Every army they have thrown against us, in the end it was the morale of my men that was crucial.'

'And, sir,' Samuel interjected, 'your leadership, which helps to bring that morale into play.'

Lee nodded his thanks.

'That is why we hope that Union Mills, and now the fall of Baltimore, will be defined by some as our Saratoga,' Benjamin interjected.

Samuel frowned, looking down at his glass of wine, tapping his fingertips together.

'You mean the intervention of France, or perhaps England?'

Benjamin laughed softly.

'I don't wish to be quoted on such issues at the moment, Samuel, not even in confidence to you.'

'Still, it is evident I've heard rumors you will meet with the French consul for Baltimore tomorrow morning.'

'Do you know everything in this city?' Benjamin exclaimed.

'Almost everything,' Samuel grinned. 'And yes, the analogy is a good one, your hoping that like the victory at Saratoga during the Revolution, Union Mills and the capture of Baltimore will bring France and others into the war. What our valiant General Lee and his doughty warriors achieved this month stands alongside Napoleon in his march from the Rhine to the Danube or Washington in his move from New Jersey to Yorktown. Union Mills has achieved a profound military victory of the moment. The question unanswered though is, Will it break the will of the North to continue the fight? Whatever happens next on the battlefield, realize this, that for the next year it comes down to but one man, and one man only.'

'Lincoln,' Benjamin sighed.

'Yes, Lincoln. The entire Congress could turn on him, most of the state governors as well, but as long as he

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