A young woman who worked for my publisher protested at that passage, saying it was too sad for such a promising young lad to die, and so, ever since, I have made a point of introducing such clean-cut youngsters into Sharpe's stories only to kill them off before the book's end. This went on until Sharpe's Trafalgar, where a nice young lad named Collier died at Trafalgar, and when Judy, my wife, first encountered him (she reads every manuscript) she said she could not read on because she knew Collier would die. So, just to prove her wrong, I changed the ending and Collier lived, the only boy to survive a Sharpe story so far.