Flashman gave the groom a smile, used to playing the part of a rough and ready officer to his men. Becoming beloved of the rank and file had it's advantages and a little cheerful bonhomie to the enlisted men paid great dividends when in a tight spot.<br/><br/>"My good man, I wouldn't presume to teach a grandmother to suck eggs nor to lecture a craftsman on his trade." Harry replied. "I shall place my trust entirely in your informed judgement of the care my horse is in need of."<br/><br/>Flashman passed across the reins and patted the flanks of the horse. It was indeed one of the finest the regiment had to offer. Flashman's care to nurture a goodwill amongst the stablers of the regiment always meant he was supplied with the fittest of the steeds.<br/><br/>"If you could find someone to carry my saddlebags that would be splendid." He remarked, depositing the bags upon the ground. "And here is a shilling for your trouble."<br/><br/>With a casual salute to the groom, Flashman made his way around the house to the main entrance and rang the bell for attention.