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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Epigraph

  Praise

  A LOOK AT WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN

  NOVEMBER 8, 1861

  THE EXECUTIVE MANSION, WASHINGTON

  ARMS OF WAR

  AN ULTIMATUM FROM BRITAIN

  ON THE BRINK

  DRIFT TOWARDS WAR

  VICTORIOUS IN BATTLE

  IRON OF THE NORTH

  SHILOH

  BRINK OF WAR

  THE ROAD TO WAR

  INVASION!

  DEATH IN THE SOUTH

  A MUTUAL ENEMY

  MARCHING TO BATTLE

  AN ARMY DIES

  A MOMENTOUS OCCASION

  THE WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN

  SHARPSHOOTERS!

  PRESIDENTS IN PERIL

  WASHINGTON CITY ATTACKED

  THE TASTE OF VICTORY

  THE SECOND AMERICAN REVOLUTION

  WORDS TO CHANGE THE WORLD

  DEFEAT—AND A NEW FUTURE

  A DIRTY WAR

  TAKING THE WAR TO THE ENEMY

  THE BATTLE OF QUEBEC

  VICTORY SO SWEET

  A UNION TRIUMPH

  DAY OF VICTORY

  DAY’S END

  AFTERWORD

  WINTER—1862

  AN INTERVIEW WITH HARRY HARRISON

  Copyright Page

  For Nat Sobel—

  with immense thanks

  There is no privileged past . . . There is an infinitude of Pasts, all equally valid . . . At each and every instant of Time, however brief you suppose it, the line of events forks like the stem of a tree putting forth twin branches.

  —André Maurois

  Praise for Harry Harrison’s The Hammer and the Cross

  “In this rich and exciting alternate history, Harrison evokes the spirit and atmosphere of the so-called Dark Ages with wit, sensitivity, and impeccable research.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  “Fascinating, sinewy, brutal, and fine . . . Few historicals are as powerfully evocative of time and place as Harrison’s tremendous saga.”

  —Kirkus Reviews

  A LOOK AT WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN

  There, in the center of London, his statue sits in Imperial Roman splendor, toga-garbed and carved in finest marble. Prince Albert, consort to Queen Victoria, his memory enshrined in what is probably the ugliest monument in the world; the Albert Memorial.

  He was a kind man and much loved by the Queen; he brought her true happiness. But did this Saxon prince, who never lost his thick German accent, ever do anything of any importance? Other than father the future king.

  He certainly did. He averted war with the United States.

  In 1861 the American Civil War was still in its first murderous year. Britain and France, to the dismay of the North, were planning to recognize the South as a separate nation. Now the British steam packet Trent was taking the two newly appointed Confederate commissioners, James M. Mason and John Slidell, to England to represent President Jefferson Davis.

  On the eighth of November 1861 the Trent was stopped at sea by the USS San Jacinto. When her commanding officer, Captain Wilkes, found that there were two rebels aboard the Trent he had them arrested on the spot and removed from the British ship.

  England was aroused, furious. The War of 1812, when Britain had been at war with the newly established United States of America, was still fresh in memory. With the Northern blockade of the Confederate ports biting deep, there was little cotton from the South and the weaving mills of the North were facing bankruptcy. The Prime Minister, Lord Palmerston, saw the boarding of a British ship and the seizing of the passengers as a deliberate insult to Britain’s sovereignty. The Foreign Minister, Lord John Russell, echoed the public sentiment when he sent a dispatch to President Lincoln ordering him to release the men immediately—or suffer the consequences. British troops and thousands of rifles were dispatched to Canada and troops massed on the United States border.

  ALBERT AND THE TRENT ULTIMATUM

  Enter the peaceful Prince Albert. Already terminally ill with lung congestion— which was in reality typhoid fever caught from the foul water supply and drains of Windsor Castle—he did a rewrite of the dispatch, ameliorating the language and giving Lincoln a face-saving way out. Queen Victoria approved of the changes and it was sent to Washington.

  On December 26 President Lincoln ordered that the two Confederate commissioners be released.

  Sadly, Prince Albert would never know that he had averted what very well could have been a tragic confrontation. He had died on the fourteenth of the same month.

  But consider for a moment what would have happened if he had not changed the fatal dispatch.

  What if Lincoln had been forced by the strong language to ignore the ultimatum?

  What if the British invasion of the United States had gone forward?

  What if there had been war?

  NOVEMBER 8, 1861

  The USS San Jacinto rocked gently in the calm seas of the South Atlantic; blue water below, blue sky above. The fire in her boiler was banked and only a trickle of smoke rose up from her high funnel. The Bahama Channel was only fifteen miles wide at this point, near the Parador del Grande lighthouse, a bottleneck through which all the island traffic funneled. Captain Charles D. Wilkes stood on the bridge of the American warship, hands clasped behind his back, staring grimly toward the west.

  “Smoke in sight,” the lookout stationed in the crow’s nest called out. “East southeast.”

  The captain did not move as Lieutenant Fairfax repeated the sighting. The ship that he was waiting for would be coming from the west—should be coming soon if his calculations were correct. If the reports from the Union spies in Cuba could be believed, the men he was seeking should be on board. The chase so far had been a frustrating one; all about the Caribbean. The wanted men had been one step ahead of him ever since he had sailed from Florida. This would be his last chance to apprehend them. If he were wrong, and the Trent did not take this passage between the islands, she would now be safely on her way back to England and the pair would have escaped.

  The decision he had made to station his ship here in the Old Bahama Channel was based completely on speculation. If the two men had indeed boarded the Trent, and if the steam packet had left Havana as scheduled—and if she took this course to St. Thomas, why then she should be here by noon at the latest. He started to reach for his watch, then stopped, not wanting to reveal eagerness or doubt before the crew. Instead he squinted up at the sun; surely it was close to the meridian. He clasped his hands even tighter behind his back and the scowl deepened on his face.

  Five minutes went by—they could have been five hours— before the lookout called out again.

  “Steamer ahoy! Just off the port bow.”

  “Raise steam,” the captain ordered. He slammed his fist on the rail. “That’s the Trent, I know that is the Trent . Have the drums beat to quarters.”

  Lieutenant Fairfax repeated the commands. In the engine room the boiler doors clanged open and the stokers hurled shovel load after shovel load of coal onto the fire. The deck thudded with the sound of running feet. Fairfax relaxed a little when he saw the slightest of smiles on the captain’s lips. Wilkes was a hard man to serve under at any time, gruff and bad-tempered at being passed over so often for command. Sixty-two years old and seemingly doomed to remain forever behind his desk as chairman of the Lighthouse Board. Only the outbreak of war had saved him from that. Dispatched to Fernando Po to bring back this veteran wooden steamer to the Philadelphia Naval Yard, he had violated his orders as soon as they had reached Florida and heard about the search that was going on. He never for an instant cons
idered going to the navy yard, not while two traitors were still at large! He needed no orders to apprehend them—just as he had needed no orders from his superiors in the long-gone days when he explored and mapped the frozen Antarctic wilderness. He had little faith in the official chain of command and was always happier working alone.

  The deck vibrated as the screw turned and a small wave foamed at the bow. Fairfax had his glass pointed at the approaching ship, hesitated to speak until he was absolutely sure.

  “That is the Trent, sir, I know her lines well. And it is just as you said, eleven-forty, just before noon.” There was more than a little awe in his voice; Wilkes nodded.

  “Our English cousins are good at punctuality, Lieutenant. They are not good at much else.” He had been a fourteen-year -old midshipman when the British Shannon had half destroyed the first ship he ever sailed in, the Chesapeake. Captain Lawrence, mortally wounded by musket fire, had died in his arms. He had never forgotten the dying man’s last words— “Don’t give up the ship.” Yet despite the captain’s order the colors had been struck and the ship had surrendered so that he, and the surviving crew members, ended up in a filthy British jail. He had never lost his hatred of the British since then.

  “Hoist the flag,” he ordered. “As soon as they can see it signal her to stop engines and prepare for boarding.”

  The helmsman brought the ship about in a smooth turn until they were sailing on a parallel course close to the steam packet.

  “She’s not slowing, sir,” Fairfax said.

  “A solid shot across her bows should induce her master to take proper action.”

  Moments later the gun boomed out; the Trent had to have seen it but they chose to ignore it.

  “Very well,” Captain Wilkes said. “Fire the pivot gun.”

  This gun was loaded with an explosive shell that burst close beside the British packet’s bow. As the white cloud of smoke dispersed the bow wave on the Trent died away as her engines stopped. Captain Wilkes nodded grim approval.

  “Lower the boat, Lieutenant Fairfax. You will take a squad of marines with you, muskets and bayonets. Use them if needs be. You know whom we are looking for.”

  “I do indeed, sir.”

  Wilkes watched in silence as the oars dipped and the boat pulled smartly toward the other ship. He betrayed none of the doubts that racked him. The broken orders, the desperate pursuit, the guesses and decisions, were part of the past. But everything he had done would be worth it if the wanted men were aboard. If they weren’t . . . He preferred not to think of the consequences.

  As soon as the boarding ladder was dropped, Fairfax climbed up to the Trent’s deck. Wilkes could clearly see him talking to an officer there. Then he turned about to face the American warship and took a white kerchief from his sleeve. Moved it in the agreed signal from chin to waist and back again.

  They were aboard!

  Eustin pushed through the cabin door and slammed it behind him.

  “What is happening?” Madam Slidell asked. He just shook his head and ran across the cabin to the adjoining chamber, pushed into it.

  “It’s us—the Yankees are after us!” He stammered as he spoke, face pale with fear.

  “Did they mention our names?”

  “They did, Sir, said they were after John Slidell and William Murray Mason. Didn’t mention me nor Macfarland. But the officer, he did talk some about you gentlemen’s assistants so they know that we’re aboard.”

  Slidell did not like this. He rubbed at his big, red nose angrily, stomped the length of the cabin and back. “They just can’t do this, stop a British ship at sea, board her—this sort of behavior—it cannot be done.”

  JOHN SLIDELL WILLIAM MURRAY MASON

  “Easy to say, John,” Mason said. “But as I live and breathe it sure looks like it has been done. Now we must think of the papers we are carrying, our warrants—the letters from Jefferson Davis. All the letters to the English and Scotch shipyards about the privateers they are building for us. Remember that we also have personal letters to the Queen and Louis Napoleon. They must not be taken!”

  “Throw them overboard!” Slidell said.

  “Too late for that—there is the good possibility that they would float, be seen. We need a better plan. And I have it.” The first fear was gone and Mason was his old and arrogant self again, brushing the back of his hand across his gray, bushy brows in a gesture long familiar to his fellow senators in Washington.

  “John, you will stay here with your family and buy us time—a holding action.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I know what to do with the papers. Give yours to Eustin immediately. Macfarland, get to my cabin and get the lot. We will meet in the mail room. Go!”

  They went. Mason paused before he followed them, waiting as Slidell threw papers onto the bed in a flurry of activity. “You must think of something, stall them somehow—you are a politician so that pontification, obfuscation and filibustering should come naturally. And lock this door behind me. I am well acquainted with the Mail Officer, and am aware of the fact that he is a retired Royal Navy commander. A real old salt. We have talked long over whiskey and cigars and I have heard many a nautical tale. And he dislikes the Yankees as much as we do. I am sure that he will aid us.”

  He followed Eustin, heavily laden with the documents, out of the door and heard the key turn in the lock behind him. Eustin stumbled and a sheaf of papers fell to the companionway floor.

  “Steady, man,” Mason said. “No, leave them, I’ll pick them up. Go ahead.”

  Macfarland was waiting at the Mail Room door, his face drawn and white.

  “It’s locked!”

  “Bang on it, you idiot!” He thrust the papers he was carrying into the other man’s arm and hammered on the door with his fist, stepped back when it opened.

  “Why Mr. Mason—what is it?” The door was opened by an elderly man with white mutton-chop whiskers, his face tanned by a lifetime at sea.

  “Yankees, sir. They have fired at this ship, stopped her, sir.”

  “But—why?”

  “It is their expressed desire to makes us their prisoners, to seize us against our will, clap us in irons and carry us off to some foul cell. And perhaps even worse. But you can help us.”

  The officer’s face tightened in grim anger. “Of course—but what can I do? If you hide—”

  “That would be cowardly, and we would be found.” Mason seized a handful of papers and held them out. “It is not our fate that can be altered. But here are our credentials, our documents, our secrets. It would be disaster if the Yankees seized them. Would you preserve them for us?”

  “Of course. Bring them inside.”

  He led the way across the room to a massive safe, took a key from his pocket and unlocked it.

  “Put them in here, with the government post and specie.”

  When this was done, the safe door swung shut and was locked. The Mail Officer returned the key to his pocket and patted it.

  “Gentlemen, though I am retired now I have never turned from my duty as a naval officer. I am now a bulldog in your defense. Threats of death will not sway me. I will keep this key in my pocket and it will not come out until we are in safe harbor in England. They must pass over my body before they enter this room. Your papers are as safe as the letters of the Royal Mail.”

  “I thank you, sir. You are an officer and a gentleman.”

  “I am but doing my duty . . .” He looked up at the sound of muffled shouting from the deck above, and the march of heavy boots. “I must lock the door.”

  “Hurry,” Mason said. “And we must get to the cabin before the bluebellies do.”

  “I must protest this action, protest it strongly,” Captain James Moir said. “You have fired on a British ship, halted her at sea at gunpoint, piracy—”

  “This is not piracy, Captain,” Fairfax broke in. “My country is at war and I am diligent in her service, sir. You have informed me that the two traitors, Mason and S
lidell, are aboard this vessel. You will see that I am unarmed. I ask only to satisfy myself of their presence.”

  “And then?”

  The American did not respond, knowing full well that anything he said would only add to the English captain’s seething anger. This situation was too delicate, too laden with the possibility of international complications, for him to make any mistakes. The captain would have to decide for himself.

  “Midshipman!” Moir snapped, turning his back rudely on the lieutenant. “Take this person below. Show him to the cabin of his countrymen.”

  Fairfax contained his own anger at this ungentlemanly behavior and followed the lad belowdecks. The steam packet was spacious and comfortable. Dark wood paneling lined the companionway and there were brass fittings on the cabin doors. The midshipman pointed to the nearest one.

  “This will be it, sir. American gentleman name of Slidell, him and his family.”

  “Family?”

  “Wife, sir, and son. Three daughters.”

  Fairfax hesitated only for an instant. The presence of Slidell’s family made no difference; there could be no going back. He knocked loudly.

  “John Slidell—are you there?”

  He could hear whispered voices through the door, people moving about. He tried the handle. It was locked.

  “I call to you again, sir. I am Lieutenant Fairfax of the United States Navy. I call upon you to open this door at once.”

  Silence was his only answer. He hammered again on the door so that it shook in its frame. It did not open and there was still no response.

  “The responsibility lies with you, Slidell. I am a military officer doing his duty. I have orders to follow and follow them I will.”

  When there was still no response Fairfax turned and stamped angrily away, the midshipman scurrying ahead as he went back on deck. A group of passengers had come on deck as well and stared at him as he crossed to the rail and leaned over to shout his orders down to the boat.

  “Sergeant—I want your men up here at once. All of them.”

  “I protest!” Captain Moir called out.

 

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