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Chamberlain put down the paper, folded his arms.

Waited.

3. LONGSTREET.

They had taken a door from its hinges at the Thompson house and placed it across fence rails to serve as a map table. Lee stood above it with his arms folded behind him, staring down. Although the morning was warm and humid his coat was buttoned at the throat, his face pale. He put one hand down, drummed on the map, shook his head, then turned abruptly and walked off to the edge of the trees to look toward Cemetery Hill.

Longstreet sat gazing at the map, fixing it in his mind.

Johnston and Clarke had scouted the Union position and it was drawn now on the map in blue ink. Longstreet looked down at the map and then up at the hazy blue ridge in the east, trying to orient himself.

There were two hills beyond Gettysburg: first Cemetery Hill and beyond that Gulp’s Hill. The Union Army had dug in along the crest of both hills, in a crescent. From the two hills ran a long ridge, like the shaft of a fishhook, Cemetery Ridge, sloping gradually down to the south to two more hills, one rocky and bare, the other high and thickly wooded. Meade had put troops along the ridge so that his position was shaped like the fishhook, but there were no troops yet on the rocky hills.

Longstreet sat alone, a forbidding figure. He was thinking: Lee has made up his mind; there’s nothing you can do.

Well. Then there will be a scrap. He took a deep breath.

Ought to get something to eat.

”General?”

He looked down, saw the handsome face of Taylor, Lee’s aide.

”General Lee wishes to speak to you, sir.”

Lee was up on the rise by the Seminary, walking back and forth under the shade trees. Officers sat quietly by, joking softly, respectfully with each other, keeping an eye on the old man walking back and forth, back and forth, stopping to stare at the eastern hills, the eastern haze. Longstreet came up.

”General,” Lee said.

Longstreet grunted. There was bright heat in Lee’s eyes, like fever. Longstreet felt a shudder of alarm.

Lee said, “I like to go into battle with the agreement of my commanders, as far as possible, as you know. We are all members of his army, in a common cause.”

Longstreet waited.

”I understand your position,” Lee said. “I did not want this fight but I think it was forced upon us. As the war was.” He added, “As the war was.” He stopped and frowned, put up his fingers and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Well,” he said. He gestured toward the north, toward Ewell. “General Ewell has changed his mind about attacking to the left. He insists the enemy is too firmly entrenched and has been heavily reinforced in the night.

I’ve been over there personally. I tend to agree with him.

There are elements of at least three Union corps occupying those hills.”

Longstreet waited. Lee had been over to the left, through Gettysburg, to inspect Ewell’s position, but he had not been to the right to check on Longstreet. It was a measure of his trust, and Longstreet knew it.

”I spoke to Ewell of your suggestion that he move around to the right. Both he and Early were opposed.”

”Early.” Longstreet grimaced, spat.

”Yes.” Lee nodded. “Both Generals were of the opinion that an attack on the right would draw off Union forces and that they would then be able to take the hills. They insist that withdrawing from Gettysburg, giving it back to the enemy, would be bad for morale, is u

Lee looked at him, the deep-set eyes still bright, still hot, still questing. Longstreet said nothing.

”You disagree,” Lee said.

Longstreet shrugged. He had disagreed last night, had argued all morning, but now he was setting his mind to it.

The attack would come.

”We must attack,” General Lee said forcefully. “We must attack. I would rather not have done it upon this ground, but every moment we delay the enemy uses to reinforce himself. We ca

”Yes, sir,” Longstreet said. He wants me to agree. But I ca

Lee waited for a moment, but Longstreet said nothing, and the silence lengthened until at last Lee said, “You will attack on the right with the First Corps.”

Longstreet nodded. He took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his brow. He was begi

”I want you to attack en echelon, to take Cemetery Hill in reverse. Hill will support you with Pender and Anderson.

Heth’s Division will be in reserve. It had a hard day yesterday. Ewell’s people will demonstrate, to keep them from reinforcing against you.”

”All right,” Longstreet said. “But I don’t have Pickett. I have only Hood and McLaws.”

Lee said, “You will have to go in without him.”

Longstreet said stubbornly, “Law’s Brigade is still coming up. I must have Law.”

”How long will that take?”

”At least another hour.”

”All right.” Lee nodded. His head bobbed tightly; he was blinking.

”It will take time to position the men, the artillery.”

”At your discretion. General.”

”Sir.” Longstreet bowed slightly.

”Let us go to the map.” Lee turned back toward the table. “I am suspicious of written orders since that affair at Sharpsburg.”

Back at the map table men waited for them expectantly.

Someone told a joke; there was a ripple of laughter. Lee did not seem to notice.

McLaws and Hood were at a table, along with A. P. Hill. Hill had looked well in the morning, but he did not look well now. Lee bent down over the map. He said, “You will attack up at Emmitsburg Road, up Cemetery Ridge, passing in front of the Rocky Hill. Your objective will be to get in the rear of the Union Army.”

McLaws bent over the map. He was a patient man, stubborn and slow, not brilliant, but a dependable soldier.

He had a deep streak of sloppy sentimentality to him and he loved to sit around fires singing sad songs of home. He tended to be a bit pompous at times, but he was reliable.

Lee said to McLaws, “Well, General, do you think you can carry this line?”

McLaws shrugged, glanced briefly at Longstreet. He was well aware of Longstreet’s theory of defensive tactics. He said pontifically, “Well, sir, I know of nothing to prevent my taking that line, but then, of course, I haven’t seen it myself. I wouldn’t mind taking out a line of skirmishers to reco

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McLaws looked to Lee. Lee nodded.

”Yes. Well, we will step off in echelon, from right to left.

Ewell will wait until he hears your artillery. The left of your advance will be on the Emmitsburg Road. Your right will sweep under those rocky heights.”

”We’ll have enfilade fire coming down on us.”

”Not for long,” Lee said. “You’ll be up over the ridge and take them in the rear. When you are heavily engaged, Ewell will take them in front.”

Longstreet nodded. It might work. Heavy loss, but it might work.

Hood, who had been silent, said suddenly, softly, “General Lee?”

They turned to face him. Lee considered him a fine tactician, and more than that. Hood was a man you listened to. He said, in that soft voice, “General, I’d like to send one brigade around those rocky heights. I think I can get into their wagon trains back there.”

Lee shook his head quickly, raised a hand as if warding him off.