Missy came running into the parlour clutching the latest issue of the Richmond Rag.
"Oh Pater, this is wonderful news. Surely the war will be over in no time! Why ever did you not tell us? You never tell us anything that you do in the War Dept! you can be so difficult."
"Ahh, yes, yes. Wonderful news indeed. Now you know my Dear that I cannot discuss these mattters until the Cabinet chooses to share them with the public. The Fate of the Confederacy rests on their shoulders and we must trust their judgement."
"Not even with your own family? it's so ridiculous! I think you are just being contrary."
"My Dear, now it is you who are being contrary. Run along and ask Emma when I can expect my supper"
Weariness flooded over him as he watched his daughters retreating back.
Tell his family indeed; how could he tell them what the President had apparently only just made up that morning for the benefit of the press? and he certainly could not tell them the truth. No, they must not know the truth - that Union forces had cut off pretty much the entire Confederate force in the East.
Attempts to link up or at least get some news found only Union Cavalry squadrons on misty lanes, batteries at crossroads, patrols on every forest track. A shroud had been thrown over the entire theatre and the Confederate Goverment could only peer futilely as through a dark glass into an unlit room, trying to guess what the darkness meant.
AS for Mortimer's braying for a force to break through and rescue the Eastern Armies, well there was simply nothing left in the East. A few token garrison forces, nothing that could be called an Army. Thus far they had not managed to get so much as a single rider through; reinforcement or supply was impossible; talk of a relieving force was utter idiocy.
Of course as the Secretary had said, for all they knew it could be true. Anything could be happening. Lincoln had not yet demanded immediate surrender so it was unlikely that the armies had been destroyed. Damnation! what was happening in the North?
Thaddeus reached for the decanter. To be sure they got news enough from the West, and that was perhaps worse than silence. Only defeat and disaster there; cities lost, generals captured, forces destroyed. Too much news from the West.
And from the North only this vast smothering silence.
Maj Gen Mike Kaulbars
3rd "Freiheit" Division
VIII/AoS
