“There was so much going on. Washington sent me across the river to where the other British forces—Tarleton’s men—had also surrendered, the very same day. By the time I returned, I heard that several prisoners had been buried. I assumed …” He shrugged.

“Surely you would have heard that he lived?”

“Not necessarily. I had little to do with the prisoners after that.” He continued to stare out into space. “He must have recovered, then returned to London, perhaps on parole. That is possible.” He frowned again. “His father said nothing in his letters?”

“No. That is another mystery.”

James pursed his lips. “Under instruction from his son, perhaps. Who knows?”

“I find the business very strange,” she said.

“So do I.” James glanced at her, then looked away, apparently deep in thought. “All manner of strange things happen in war, Abby,” he said slowly. “In war, as in matters of the heart, none of us can be sure how we’ll behave. We do not know ourselves what we may do.” He looked back at her gravely. “But whatever caused Grey Albion to leave without a word, let us hope that he has found happiness now.” He paused. “So many unexpected things happened in this war, Abby, that I have learned that it is useless to question why they fell out as they did. It is destiny. That’s all. I don’t think,” he added, “that we shall see him again.”

“No,” she said, “I don’t suppose we shall.”

On November 25, 1783, at the head of eight hundred Continental troops, General George Washington came peacefully down the old Indian trail from the village of Harlem, and entered the city of New York. Riding slowly down the Bowery and Queen Street, to the cheers of the crowd, he turned into Wall Street and crossed to Broadway, where he was greeted with a fulsome public address.

The Master household went to Wall Street to watch. James rode in Washington’s company, only twenty feet behind him. Abigail noticed that her father seemed quite pleased with the whole affair.

“Washington has a most stately air,” he remarked with approval.

But it was a tiny incident later that afternoon that gave him even more pleasure. The general was to be given a banquet at Fraunces Tavern, only a stone’s throw from the Master house, where James came to dress beforehand. As James was departing, a clatter of hoofs in the street announced the arrival of Washington and a party of officers, on their way to the gathering. James greeted them in the street, while Abigail and her father stood at the open door, watching.

And it was then that, glancing across at them, the tall, grave-faced general bowed to Abigail courteously and, as he had once before, but with a nod of recognition this time, and even the ghost of a smile, gravely touched his hat to her father, who bowed low in turn.