“I . . . can’t speak for the others, sir, but . . .” Burton glanced meaningfully at the red trim on Lewis’s jacket. “Just as there is rivalry between dragoons and Mounted Rifles, there exists a certain friction between mounted and foot artillery. It might also be . . .” The boy flushed again. “I can say for myself that your glorious experiences in battle have given me much to think about. Much to look forward to,” he quickly added, “but also to question—whether I can perform as you did.”