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  “From Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Schuyler, [5 October 1780],” Founders Online, National Archives, last modified November 26, 2017, http://founders.archives.gov/documents/Hamilton/01-27-02-0001-0003. [Original source: The Papers of Alexander Hamilton, vol. 27, Additional Letters 1777–1802, Addenda and Errata, Cumulative Index Vols. I–XXVII, ed. Harold C. Syrett. New York: Columbia University Press, 1987, pp. 6–7.]

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Names: De la Cruz, Melissa, 1971– author.

  Title: Love & war : an Alex & Eliza story / Melissa de la Cruz.

  Other titles: Love and war

  Description: New York, NY : G. P. Putnam’s Sons, [2018]

  Summary: “As the end of the American Revolution nears, newlyweds Alex and Eliza are faced with new trials and temptations”—Provided by publisher.

  Identifiers: LCCN 2017053081 | ISBN 9781524739652 (hardcover) | ISBN 9781524739669 (ebook)

  Subjects: LCSH: Hamilton, Alexander, 1757–1804—Juvenile fiction. | Hamilton, Elizabeth Schuyler, 1757–1854—Juvenile fiction. | United States—History—Revolution, 1775–1783—Juvenile fiction. | CYAC: Hamilton, Alexander, 1757–1804—Fiction. | Hamilton, Elizabeth Schuyler, 1757–1854—Fiction. | United States—History—Revolution, 1775–1783—Fiction. | Marriage—Fiction.

  Classification: LCC PZ7.D36967 Lov 2018 | DDC [Fic]—dc23

  LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2017053081

  Ebook ISBN 9781524739669

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  For Mike and Mattie always

  CONTENTS

  Also by Melissa De La Cruz

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Epigraph

  Part One: Storming the Walls1: Spring Harvest!

  2: Allies and Conspirators

  3: Cousins and Confidences

  4: Lord and Lady

  5: The Man Who Ate New York

  6: Separations and Reunions

  7: The Home Front

  8: War at Last

  9: Hot Towels!

  10: Into the Fray

  11: Home Invasion

  The In-Between Years: 1781–1783

  Part Two: Tearing Up Wall Street12: American Honeymoon

  13: Hamilton by Her Side

  14: Paperwork

  15: Bonds of Sisterhood, Part One

  16: Dinner Is Served

  17: Don’t Forget to Take Out the Trash

  18: Prison Portrait

  19: Out and About

  20: Weeping Widows

  21: A Change of Venue

  22: Burning the Candle at Both Ends

  23: Salad Days

  24: If It Please the Court

  25: The Bonds of Sisterhood, Part Two

  26: Closing Arguments

  27: Queen of Manhattan

  28: Mr. and Mrs. Alexander Hamilton

  Author’s Note

  Acknowledgments

  I am more and more unhappy and impatient under the hard necessity that keeps me from you, and yet the prospect lengthens as I advance… .

  Though the period of our reunion in reality approaches it seems further off. Among other causes of uneasiness, I dread lest you should imagine, I yield too easily to the barrs that keep us asunder; but if you have such an idea you ought to banish it and reproach yourself with injustice.

  A spirit entering into bliss, heaven opening upon all its faculties, cannot long more ardently for the enjoyment, than I do my darling Betsey, to taste the heaven that awaits me in your bosom. Is my language too strong? It is a feeble picture of my feelings—no words can tell you how much I love and how much I long—you will only know it when wrapt in each other’s arms we give and take those delicious caresses which love inspires and marriage sanctifies… .

  —Letter from Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Schuyler,

  October 1780

  Part One

  Storming the Walls

  1

  Spring Harvest!

  The Schuyler Mansion

  Albany, New York

  April 1781

  Forget Paris. The French could keep their croissants and the Champs-Élysées. Who cares about London? Rome? Athens? From what she’d heard, they were just a bunch of ruins. And what of Williamsburg, Virginia? Charleston, South Carolina? New York City? As far as she was concerned, they could all fall off the map.

  In all the world, Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton thought there was no place more beautiful than Albany at springtime. Of course, the Pastures was dear to her as her childhood home, and even more so as the site of her wedding to Alexander Hamilton just last winter. Time had done little to dampen their affection, and she was more in love with her husband than ever. Perhaps it was this love that led to Eliza’s delight at anything and everything around her.

  But rose-colored glasses or no, it was hard to claim there was anywhere more glorious than late April in her hometown. The air was warm and the sun was mellow. Bare trees had covered themselves in soft green foliage and the sharp, tangy smell of fireplace smoke gave way to the softer aromas of hyacinths and crocuses, lilac and dogwood. Swallows darted through the air, snapping up flies and gnats, and newborn calves, foals, and shoats frolicked about the fields and sties. The mighty Hudson River was wreathed in mist at daybreak and teemed with fishermen’s boats in the afternoon. Their nets hauled in plentiful catches of shad, whose roe had a delicate, almost nutty taste that paired perfectly with a salad of tender mustard greens.

  But best of all was the bounty of blueberries and strawberries. All over the estate, hundreds of bushes sagged beneath the weight of thousands upon thousands of red, burgundy, and purple fruit. Every morning for a week, Eliza and her sisters, Angelica, Peggy, and five-year-old Cornelia—joined sometimes by their you
ngest brother, eight-year-old Rensselaer, known affectionately as Ren—traded in their sumptuous silks and bustles for simple, sturdy muslin skirts that they’d tie up high, showing ankles and calves in a bit of a risqué manner, and joined the housemaids in the fields to pick bucket after bucket of plump, sweet, juicy berries. (Well, not Ren. Ren hadn’t worn a skirt since his christening.)

  By noon, their lips were as stained as their fingertips (after all, picking involved a fair bit of “sampling,” as Eliza put it), and the three oldest sisters repaired to the kitchen to do their work. Some of the fruit was packed in ice in the cellar, and some more was baked into pies, but most was simmered in rich syrupy jellies whose tart sweetness would liven up many a winter meal, slathered on fresh bread or griddle cakes or dabbed on turkey or mutton. A portion of the fruit was pickled, making for a delicious snack, salty at first, before exploding in your mouth in a burst of sweetness.

  But as tempting as all these rich cooked treats were, Eliza’s favorite way to eat them was also the simplest: fresh and chilled. Each plump fruit tasted like a thimble-size dollop of liquid happiness. That early spring afternoon, standing in the dappled light by the stone counter, Eliza alternated between a basket of strawberries and a basket of blueberries, savoring them one at a time.

  “I can’t decide which is more perfect!” she exclaimed to her sisters, who were gathered around the long rustic table that ran down the center of the kitchen, sorting fruit.

  “Blech.” Peggy Schuyler pouted with lips that were nearly as fruit-stained as Eliza’s. “If I ever see another strawberry or blueberry again, it will be too soon!” she said as she reached for yet another blueberry and popped it in her mouth.

  “Peg’s right,” Angelica agreed. “Sometimes nature’s bounty is too much. A week ago I couldn’t wait for the fruit to ripen. Now all I want are peanuts! What I wouldn’t give for freshly roasted nuts right now!” But before the words had escaped her lips, she was already rolling a red strawberry between her fingers, letting it disappear into her mouth as well.

  “With this war, we can’t have peanuts till September anyway,” said Eliza.

  “Stephen says the war may be over before fall,” said Peggy, referring to her fiancé, Stephen Van Rensselaer III. “The American coastline is simply too long for even an army or navy as powerful as England’s to cover, and with French forces now fully committed to the cause of our independence, King George’s men will find themselves both outnumbered and outmaneuvered.”

  “It is hard to imagine this war being over,” Eliza said. “I feel as though we have grown up with it. But I do hope he’s right! Alex and I have been married for half a year already, but we have yet to establish a household.”

  Indeed, as much as Eliza loved the Pastures, she was impatient to move out of her parents’ house and into one with her husband. After their wedding, they’d only had a few blessed weeks together before he had to rush back to General Washington’s headquarters. These days, Alex was chafing at their present living arrangements just as much as she was, and both were eager for more time on their own.

  Though she loved her husband dearly, and knew he loved her, they had spent more time apart than together during the course of their brief romance and even briefer marriage. The flame that burned between them was bright, but they had yet to live alone as husband and wife. In many ways Alex was still a stranger to her. Their lives were mediated by family and servants and soldiers, and as such, their private lives were not as private as they would have preferred.

  At least he’d been home now for a spell, although he was scheduled to leave again in a few days. Missing him was the lot of a soldier’s wife, and instead of weeping and worrying, Eliza endeavored to be brave. Still, it was difficult, even in the midst of so much beauty, not to feel bereft. When Alex was gone, she felt his absence as a physical ache. She chided herself for being so selfish. While she was his wife, he was a man of the world, of the state, and she owed it to her country to share, didn’t she?

  Her own parents had endured many long separations during their marriage. Even so, General and Mrs. Schuyler had at least had a few years to establish themselves and start their family before their first parting.

  Since Alex was leaving soon to report back to duty, festivities had been planned for later that evening. She didn’t want to surmise how long he’d be gone, but hoped when he returned they would finally be able to settle down on their own. “I am ready to live under my own roof,” Eliza declared.

  “Hear, hear,” Angelica seconded. “I have been married a year longer than you, and my husband and I see less of each other than when we were courting. Tell me: Do you know yet where he plans to make his residence?”

  Eliza shook her head. “It will probably be New York City, which is most conducive to a career in law. But if he is lured into politics, we may well end up in Philadelphia or perhaps someplace farther south, if all this talk of creating a capital in the midpoint of the country comes to pass.”

  “Uuuuuugh.” The sisters’ conversation was interrupted by a low moan from a corner of the kitchen, where Cornelia was sprawled across a stack of burlap bags filled with rice. Her face from nose to chin to plump cheeks was painted dark purple from greedily consumed berries. “Too—much—fruit.”

  “I told you, Cornelia,” Eliza said, laughing in sympathy. “You must pace yourself or you’ll give yourself a bellyache.”

  “Too—late,” Cornelia moaned, rubbing her aproned stomach with fingers that were as dark as her mouth. But even as she did, she sat up and was soon shuffling toward the buckets brimming with fruit.

  “Wait till tea, dear, and you can have scones with fresh jam and cream,” Eliza said, catching her sister and turning her around. “Please head inside now and have Dot give you a good scrub. We can’t have you looking like a harlequin at the party tonight.”

  Eliza expected Cornelia to protest being handed over to their ladies’ maid. Instead, a piercing scream filled the sweet-scented kitchen. “Party!” the little girl screeched gleefully, running toward the door. “Dot! Dot!” she could be heard yelling as she disappeared into the courtyard. “Eliza says you must give me a bath RIGHT NOW!”

  Eliza stared fondly after her youngest sister, then returned to Angelica and Peggy. Just two and a half years separated all three older girls. Though quite distinct in appearance, they were nevertheless so close that they were often referred to collectively as “the Schuyler sisters,” as if they were triplets.

  “Speaking of husbands: Will Mr. Church will be joining us this evening as well?” she asked Angelica.

  “Oh, Eliza, don’t be so stuffy! We have been married for ages, you can call him John!”

  “Ha!” Peggy laughed. “I heard her talking to her husband the other day. Do you know she still calls him Colonel Hamilton in public?!”

  “Peggy!” Eliza exclaimed. “You ought not to eavesdrop.”

  “It’s not eavesdropping when all three of us are in the same parlor,” Peggy said with a smirk. “Tell me, sister dear. Do you always address your husband so formally? I hope there are times when your discourse is more … intimate!”

  Eliza felt a deep blush color her throat and cheeks. She did call him Alex when they were alone, but in public, she followed her mother’s model and addressed him by his proper title. Fortunately, the hot kitchen was filled with steam from pots of stew and consommé for the party, and she hoped her sisters wouldn’t notice. Still, she found herself helplessly tongue-tied.

  “Oh, Peggy,” Angelica said. “Always the provocateur!”

  “Me?” Peggy laughed. “I am but an unmarried maiden, whereas you two are worldly wedded women. How could I possibly provoke you?”

  Angelica couldn’t help but grin. “I suspect that our polite Eliza will continue to address him as Colonel Hamilton among company even when they have been married as long as Mama and Papa.”

  “Unless he gets promoted like Papa,” Eliza said, finally finding her voice. “In which case, I’ll call him Ge
neral Hamilton. And you never answered my question. Will John be joining us this evening?”

  “I believe so. He accompanied your colonel and Papa when they went into town this morning to attend to some work of his own, and told me he expects to finish by early evening. And Stephen?” Angelica continued, turning to Peggy. “Will your young man be there as well?”

  “He said he is bringing half the Rensselaer cousins with him,” Peggy replied with a nod, though she didn’t sound happy about it.

  “Is Mother Rensselaer still refusing to allow him to propose?” Eliza asked.

  “I’m afraid so.” Peggy sighed. “She says he is too young, but I don’t believe it. When we first began courting, she was eager for us to marry immediately, but after what happened with Papa, she grew noticeably less enthusiastic. It’s almost as if she thinks I am after him for his money!”

  It was true that the Schuyler fortune wasn’t what it once was. Four years ago, General Schuyler had been unceremoniously replaced by Horatio Gates as commander of the northern army, at about the same time that the Schuylers’ Saratoga country estate was burned to the ground by British forces, destroying the better part of the Schuylers’ income. Between the loss of funds and the cost of rebuilding, it had been a lean couple of years. But the family coffers had begun to recover at last, especially after Angelica’s and Eliza’s marriages. John Barker Church, Angelica’s husband, had a booming business in trade, and Alexander Hamilton, though far from rich, was well provided for by the Continental army, and everyone said he had a bright, indeed limitless, future ahead of him.

  Alas, that did not seem enough for the snooty Rensselaers.

  “She is being absurd!” Eliza scoffed now. “It is Stephen who chased you. Why, that boy has been in love with you since he was in short pants!”

 

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