Bernard Cornwell
BATTLE FLAG
THE NATHANIEL STARBUCK CHRONICLES
BOOK THREE
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Praise for Bernard Cornwell’s THE NATHANIEL STARBUCK CHRONICLES
“The most entertaining military historical novels…. Always based on fact, always interesting…always entertaining.”
—Kirkus Reviews
“[A] wonderful series…believable, three-dimensional characters…. A rollicking treat for Cornwell’s many fans.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Highly successful.”
—The Times (London)
“Fast-paced and exciting…. Cornwell—and Starbuck—don’t disappoint.”
—Birmingham News
“A top-class read by a master of historical drama. Nate Starbuck is on the march, and on his way to fame.”
—Irish Press
Battle Flag is for my father, with love
CONTENTS
COPYRIGHT
PRAISE
MAP
PART ONE
CAPTAIN NATHANIEL STARBUCK FIRST SAW HIS NEW
THE YANKEE CAVALRY PATROL REACHED GENERAL
IT’S GOD’S WILL, BANKS! GOD’S WILL!” THE REVEREND
SATURDAY MORNING, THE DAY AFTER BATTLE, AGAIN
PART TWO
JACKSON, LIKE A SNAKE THAT HAD STRUCK, HURT, BUT
THERE WERE TIMES WHEN GENERAL WASHINGTON
THE YANKEES’ SPRING OFFENSIVE MIGHT HAVE FAILED,
GENERAL STUART’S AIDE REACHED LEE’S HEADQUARTERS
THEY MARCHED LIKE THEY HAD NEVER MARCHED IN
THE LEGION MARCHED INTO BRISTOE JUST AS THE TRAIN
ALL DAY THE YANKEES TRIED TO MAKE SENSE OF
AT MANASSAS, ON FRIDAY AUGUST 29, 1862, THE
THE LAST NORTHERN ATTACK OF THE DAY WAS BY FAR
THE FIRST ATTACK OF THE SATURDAY MORNING WAS AN
HISTORICAL NOTE
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CAPTAIN NATHANIEL STARBUCK FIRST SAW HIS NEW commanding general when the Faulconer Legion forded the Rapidan. Thomas Jackson was on the river’s northern bank, where he appeared to be in a trance, for he was motionless in his saddle with his left hand held high in the air while his eyes, blue and resentful, stared into the river’s vacant and murky depths. His glum stillness was so uncanny that the marching column edged to the far margin of the ford rather than pass near a man whose stance so presaged death. The General’s physical appearance was equally disturbing. Jackson had a ragged beard, a plain coat, and a dirty cap, while his horse looked as if it should have been taken to a slaughterhouse long before. It was hard to credit that this was the South’s most controversial general, the man who gave the North sleepless nights and nervous days, but Lieutenant Franklin Coffman, sixteen years old and newly arrived in the Faulconer Legion, asserted that the odd-looking figure was indeed the famous Stonewall Jackson. Coffman had once been taught by Professor Thomas Jackson. “Mind you,” Lieutenant Coffman confided in Starbuck, “I don’t believe generals make any real difference to battles.”
“Such wisdom in one so young,” said Starbuck, who was twenty-two years old.
“It’s the men who win battles, not generals,” Coffman said, ignoring his Captain’s sarcasm. Lieutenant Coffman had received one year’s schooling at the Virginia Military Institute, where Thomas Jackson had ineffectively lectured him in artillery drill and Natural Philosophy. Now Coffman looked at the rigid figure sitting motionless in the shabby saddle. “I can’t imagine old Square Box as a general,” Coffman said scornfully. “He couldn’t keep a schoolroom in order, let alone an army.”
“Square Box?” Starbuck asked. General Jackson had many nicknames. The newspapers called him Stonewall, his soldiers called him Old Jack or even Old Mad Jack, while many of Old Jack’s former students liked to refer to him as Tom Fool Jack, but Square Box was a name new to Starbuck.
“He’s got the biggest feet in the world,” Coffman explained. “Really huge! And the only shoes that ever fitted him were like boxes.”
“What a fount of useful information you are, Lieutenant,” Starbuck said casually. The Legion