“Nothing, sir. Though,” he faltered, unsure about talking to his superior officer about the man he had just encountered, but equally unsure that he could find sound medical advice from anyone. “There is a man. He is plagued by nightmares and reacts to the events of his subconscious.”

Peters turned to face him and frowned across. “One of Lieutenant Portland’s men? I told you, my boy, stay clear of him.”

“But Cullington, sir. Surely we should help him, no matter who his officer is.”

“Send him home.”

“That was what I said,” Fotherby whispered, and backed up his words with a despondent sigh. “But he would be sent home in disgrace.”

“This is the army, Fotherby. We a...

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