“Not if we can stop the bleeding soon enough. I think yesterdays news was enough to sway even the staunchest opponent of peace. We must end this thing, and the sooner the better.”
Gladstone nodded. “Will you be prime minister?”
Would you rather it be you. Russell thought? Ambitious, aren't you? “No. at least not for a while. We must permit enough time to pass to be sure that Palmerston won't recover. With Parliament's permission and Her Majesty's acquiescence, I shall take on much of the responsibilities of prime minister without assuming the title. I shall need help and will be calling on both you and Mr. Disraeli for assistance. May I count on it?”
“Of course, and I'm certain I speak for Disraeli.”
With whom you have probably already spoken, thought Russell. “We must find a way towards peace that will preserve at least a semblance of our honor. Our political lives depend on it.”
“Indeed,” said Gladstone. “Have you any thoughts as to how this might be achieved?”
Russell smiled thinly. “One or two. Though nothing that will serve to end a war by themselves. We need something more dramatic.”
General Napier was puzzled. “Why on earth would a Negro woman wish to see me?”
The general had been at his headquarters outside Richmond for little more than a day, and most of his time had been spent catching up on the maddening paperwork that London seemed to think was more essential to the war effort than defeating the enemy that was massing for a push on Richmond. Thomas's army had been merged into Grant's and had established bridgeheads on the southern bank of the Rappahannock. This meant that no significant body of water lay between the Union armies and Richmond. A major thrust, or thrusts, was expected almost momentarily. Grant was no McClellan, and his subordinates, such as Thomas and Sherman, were at least as good as the Confederacy's generals. Desperate times were in store for the outmanned and outgunned Confederacy.
Confronted by the Union's weight of numbers and overwhelming advantages in materiel, the Confederacy, in Napier's opinion, was doomed, He thought it could fight on for quite a while, but the proverbial handwriting was writ large on the wall. Defeat was inevitable. Napier was concerned as to how he would extricate the remains of his army, which was now encamped south of Richmond near Petersburg in the event of the Union's capture of the Confederate capital. It was not lost on him that he was not that far from Yorktown. the scene of British ignominy less than a century earlier. He was consumed with a desire not to repeat it. His army would evacuate via British shipping should it be necessary.
He was also concerned by cryptic messages received from London regarding the British army's continued presence in the war, which had also been a topic in Richmond's newspapers. The Southern newspapers acknowledged that the British army had been terribly mauled in support of the Confederate cause, but wondered if it would ever give such support again. Napier wondered as well. It appeared to him that the new government under Russell was looking for a way out of the war. Napier hoped they would find it soon.
So why should he make a moment for a colored woman?
“She says she's from General Hampton and bears a personal message that she must hand directly to you.” The aide, a Captain Clarke, was as perplexed as the general. “Do you wish me to have her escorted away?”
Napier thought for a moment. Hampton was an influential man in the Confederacy. “No. send her in.”
Abigail Watson entered the office with an air of confidence that was a total sham. She paused and stood before the intimidating general in the brilliant red uniform. She prayed her nervousness would not be seen.
Napier held out his hand. “Please give me the message. If there is to be a response, I will send it directly.”
“Sir, I am charged to ask you a question first.”
Napier raised an eyebrow. “Indeed?”
“Sir, is it true that there are no slaves in England?”
He took a deep breath. Slavery was evil and before him stood a victim of that evil. He should rebuke her for her impertinence, but he would not. “It is true.”
Abigail's confidence grew. He hadn't thrown her out. “Is it not true that England's alliance with the Confederacy is based on the fact that the South's slaves will be freed following this war?”
Napier's temper began to fray. He would not be interrogated by a damned servant. Or slave. “Do you really have a message for me or not?”
“Documents, yes. sir. but not a message.”
Now Napier was thoroughly puzzled. The colored woman was highly articulate and not afraid of displaying it. He'd heard of educated slaves, but most in the South went out of their way to hide the fact lest they become the victims of white anger and jealousy.
Clarke made a move towards the woman. Napier waved him back. “Madam, why are you talking to me like this?”
“Sir, it is widely spoken that the alliance is a marriage of convenience and that England would now like to get out of it. Is that true?”
“I don't think I will discuss matters of national policy with you,” Napier responded sternly.
Abigail smiled inwardly. He hadn't denied it. “Then, if England truly wishes to break from the Confederacy, these may help it to do so.” She held out a small pack of papers. “I only ask one favor.”
Napier's anger faded and he was thoroughly intrigued. “And what might that be? Your freedom? That I cannot give you.”
“General Napier, if these documents are as important as I think, then my freedom will come swiftly. What I wish, however, is my safety. If, as I said, they are important, then the Confederate government and General Hampton will quickly figure out how you got them. If they are worthless, then discard them and I shall leave. However. I think they are of great worth and I will need your protection. Ultimately, I would like to get to the North.”
With that, she handed over the papers. Napier took them and began to read. Halfway through, she noticed that he was sitting up straighter than he had been. When he finished, he read them a second time. Then he folded them and put them inside his jacket. He smiled at Abigail.
“Thank you. You have done us all a great service. Captain Clarke!” The aide jumped from his chair. “Sir.”
“First send a message to Lord Lyons to meet me here as soon as possible. Then get me Major Arbuthnot from the cable office. After that, see if General Wolsey is strong enough for a conference. Finally,” he paused and looked at Abigail, whose composure had finally broken and who was quietly weeping. “See to it that this, ah, lady is transported in utmost secrecy to the fleet with instructions from me that she is to be taken to Canada as soon as possible. From there, arrangements are to be made to get her to New York.” Abigail began to cry openly. “Could it be Boston, sir? I have family in Boston.” Napier smiled expansively. “My dear lady, we would send you any place on this earth if you so wished it.”
My Dear General Hampton.
In response to your letter, let me give you the utmost assurances that the rumors are wrong. There is no agreement between Her Majesty's government and that of the Confederate States of America regarding manumission for the slaves in the Confederate States. All that was agreed to was the possibility that such could occur should it be the wish of the states that comprise our sovereign nation. Indeed, it would have been an utter fraud on my part to have made a promise to free the staves as it is unenforceable according to our law. As you well know, our new and untested Constitution contains several references to the legitimacy of slavery and, therefore, such manumission could not take place without amending our Constitution. As President, I have many powers, but that is not one of them.
I cannot rule out that manumission might happen in the future, but, if it does, it will be as a result of the wishes of the people of the Confederacy, I think you will agree that such approval is highly unlikely in the foreseeable future.