"This seems to be some kind of a missionary, general. He wants to see you."
The general glanced up under the brim of his slouched hat; then suddenly flung back his head, so that his big beard stood out from his chest, and said, simply:
"What do you want?"
"I am directed by a Session of the Brethren to distribute these."
"Who are you?"
"Of a congregation in Maryland."
"What is your name?"
"Moselle."
"Who are the Brethren?"