Rebel (Nathaniel Starbuck Chronicles #1)

Rebel (Nathaniel Starbuck Chronicles #1)

by Bernard Cornwell


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When Richmond landowner Washington Faulconer snatches young Nate Starbuck from the grip of a Yankee-hating mob, Nate is both grateful and awed by his idealistic rescuer. To repay his generosity, he enlists in the Faulconer legion to fight against his home, the North, and against his abolitionist father. When the regiment joins up, ready to march into the ferocious battle at Buff Run, the men are prepared to start a war . . . but they aren't ready for how they—and the nation—will be forever changed by the oaths they have sworn for their beloved South.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780060934613
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 09/18/2001
Series: Nathaniel Starbuck Chronicles Series , #1
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 416
Sales rank: 137,898
Product dimensions: 7.84(w) x 5.28(h) x 0.99(d)

About the Author

BERNARD CORNWELL is the author of the acclaimed New York Times bestselling Saxon Tales series, which includes The Last Kingdom, The Pale Horseman, Lords of the North, Sword Song, The Burning Land, Death of Kings, The Pagan Lord, and, most recently, The Empty Throne and Warriors of the Storm, and which serves as the basis for the hit television series The Last Kingdom. He lives with his wife on Cape Cod and in Charleston, South Carolina.

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Chapter One

The invasion began at midnight.

It was not truly an invasion, just a heavy raid on a rebel encampment that a patrol had spotted among the thick woods that crowned the high bluffs on the Virginia side of the river, but to the two thousand men who waited to cross the bleak slate-gray swirl of the Potomac River this night's exertions seemed more momentous than a mere raid. This fight across the river was their opportunity to prove their critics wrong. Nursery soldiers, one newspaper had called them; wonderfully trained and beautifully drilled, but much too precious to be dirtied in battle. Yet tonight the despised nursery soldiers would fight. Tonight the Army of the Potomac would carry fire and steel to a rebel encampment and if all went well they would march on to occupy the town of Leesburg, which lay two miles beyond the enemy camp. The expectant soldiers imagined the shamefaced citizens of the Virginia town waking to see the Stars and Stripes flying over their community again, and then they imagined themselves marching south, ever farther south, until the rebellion was crushed and America was reunited in peace and brotherhood.

"You bastard!" a voice shouted loudly from the river's edge where a work party had been launching a boat carried from the nearby Chesapeake and Ohio Canal. One of the work party had slipped in the clay, dropping the boat's stem onto a sergeant's foot. "You no-good son of a bitch goddamn bastard!" The Sergeant hopped away from the boat.

"Sorry," the man said nervously.

"I'll give you sorry, you bastard!"

"Silence! Keep it quiet now!" An officer, resplendent in a new gray overcoat that was handsomely lined in red, clambered down the steep bank and helped lift the skiff toward the river's gray water from which a small mist crept to hide the lower slopes of the far bank. They labored beneath a high moon, no clouds, and a spread of stars so bright and clean they seemed like an augury of success. It was October, the fragrant month when the air smelt of apples and woodsmoke, and when the sweltering dog days of summer gave way to clear sharp weather that held just enough promise of winter to persuade the troops to wear their fine new overcoats that were the same color as the river's drifting mist.

The first boats pushed clumsily off the bank. The oars clattered in the oarlocks, then dipped and splashed as the boats receded into the mist. The men, who a moment before had been cursing and cumbersome creatures clambering down the clay bank into the clumsy boats, were mysteriously transformed into warrior silhouettes, spiky with weapons, who glided silent and noble through the vaporous night toward the misted shadows of the enemy shore. The officer who had remonstrated with the Sergeant stared wistfully across the water. "I suppose," he said softly to the men around him, "that this was how Washington felt on the night he crossed the Delaware?"

"A much colder night, that one, I think," a second officer, a young student from Boston, replied.

"It'll be cold enough here soon," the first officer, a major, said. "There's only two months till Christmas." When the Major had marched to war, newspapers had promised that the rebellion would be over by fall, but now the Major was wondering whether he would be home with his wife and three children for the family rituals of Christmas. On Christmas Eve they sang carols on Boston Common, the children's faces lit by lanterns hung on poles, and afterward there were warm punch and slivers of cooked goose in the church vestry. Then on Christmas Day they went to his wife's parents' farm in Stoughton, where they harnessed the horses and the children laughed in delight as they trotted down country roads in a cloud of snow and a tinkling of sleigh bells.

"And I rather suspect General Washington's organization was superior to ours," the student-turned-lieutenant said in an amused voice. His name was Holmes and he was clever enough to awe his superiors, but usually intelligent enough not to let that cleverness alienate their affections.

"I am sure our organization will suffice," the Major said just a little too defensively.

"I am sure you're right," Lieutenant Holmes said, though he was not sure of that fact at all. Three regiments of northern troops waited to cross, and there were just three small boats to carry them from the Maryland shore to the island that lay close to the river's far bank, upon which island the troops must land before reembarking on two more boats for the final short crossing to the Virginia mainland. Doubtless they were crossing the river at the spot closest to the enemy encampment, but Lieutenant Holmes could not really understand why they did not cross a mile upstream where no island obstructed the river. Maybe, Holmes surmised, this was such an unlikely crossing place that the rebels would never think to guard it, and that seemed the best explanation he could find.

But if the choice of crossing place was obscure, at least the night's purpose was clear. The expedition would climb the Virginia bluffs to attack the rebel camp and capture as many Confederates as possible. Some rebels would get away, but those fugitives would find their flight blocked by a second Yankee force that was crossing the river five miles downstream. That force would cut the turnpike that led from Leesburg to the rebel headquarters at Centreville, and by trapping the defeated rebel forces it would provide the North with a small but significant victory to prove that the Army of the Potomac could do more than just drill and train and mount impressive parades. The capture of Leesburg would be a welcome bonus, but the night's real purpose was to prove that the...

Copperhead. Copyright © by Bernard Cornwell. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Rebel (Nathaniel Starbuck Chronicles #1) 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 37 reviews.
BruderBane on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I¿ve read approximately twenty different Bernard Cornwell novels covering a wide expanse of history. And all the novels have been exceptional, to the point where I thought Mr. Cornwell could write no wrong. But in Rebel his string of successes ends nonviolently. The usual Cornwell style is there, he even has a classic dog vomit scene, but the story lacks the overall visceral pathos and rubicund characters that I have come to love so much in Cornwell¿s other novels. That being said, I have enough confidence in Mr. Cornwell¿s writing to read the next Starbuck novel.
lindawwilson on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Very enjoyable series, about the Civil War; good hero somewhat like Sharpe, read in Maui around 2006
ocianain on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The wife like the Starbuck Chronicles a little too much for my liking, chicks love Starbuck.
dmlyons More than 1 year ago
Not a big fan of the confederacy, so a "hero" who fights for them isn't for me. I read the first part of the sample or should say misread. I bought the book based on my first impressions - I was wrong. The book is well written as are all Mr. Cornwell's books, but this store is not for me. Maybe I'll read it in the future, but for now it's archived.
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Merns More than 1 year ago
Not terribly historically accurate, but plenty of fun and well written. No Red Badge or Killer Angels but visually strong imagery and well detailed battle descriptions. I read a few more in the series. Kinda fizzled.
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This was a new Cornwell series for me - set in the Civil War - I liked it every bit as much as the Sharpe series, and maybe even more. I just wish he'd finish the Civil War...
TheReenactor More than 1 year ago
Vollies of rifle fire take out the enemy in grand Cornwell style. Doesn't stray any from his patented Sharpe formula, but that's why we like him so much. Haven't read a book by Cornwell that I didn't like. I also recommend Suhrer's "The Flying Dutchmen," a recently published novel of the German 107th Ohio Infantry. It is a "must-read" for the Civil War enthusiast.
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