"Great God." He looks exhilarated by the idea of a world so different than his own; he has never been raised in Father's library, only being allowed in once an evening for a goodnight story, if that. It's the realm of men, not boys.

Bayard may not make much of a good artist, but he is an ardent student, and responds to Altair's instructions with nothing short of rapt attention. When Altair points out the missing bones, Bayard leans in to look at his drawing, squinting and not taking it a bit personally, surfacing with a guileless smile to say "I reckon you're right about that. Lord knows I been around horses enough, I don't know how I thought their legs looked like that."

He takes a seat on one of the stone benches next to Altair.

"He's a Colonel, sir." Bayard beams with such pride that one might mistake him for being the bearer of such a title.