This is probably the second to worst of the series (the follow up Sharpes Justice nipping it at the post), and for a number of reasons. For starters the plot is nonsensical - the set-up of Sharpe is so laden with holes it's not even worth considering, especially when Maillot's body is going to turn up with freshly cut off, unbandaged fingers - as opposed to 3 weeks prior.
Add to that the needless add-in of Janes money grabbing friend, and Jane's sudden shift from 'daughter of a saddler' saved from the clutches of some gormless upper class twit as chosen by her wicked uncle into high society mistress. Yes Sharpe breaks his promise, but only by a couple of hours....for that it costs him 10k, his wife and nearly his life. Jane goes from being a strong willed independent spirit to some kind of airhead, neurotic female straight out of a Jane Austen novel.
Cornwell may have done wrote the book like that; I don't know, but for me it spoilt the series because I really couldn't stand Jane to start with. Then again it gave Sharpe the chance to bed another lady...
Frederickson steals the show. The guy is a legend in his own lunch-hour, with false teeth and dashing hairdo, half a pair of eyes and saucy eye-patch he's the guy you are desperately wishing a bit of luck on - and you know he's too interesting to die.
The Chosen Men have disappeared in this one. After gradually being whittled down over the last few films it was beginning to turn into something of a on-the-road comedy a la Hope and Crosby with Harper and Sharpe. It gets worse in the next one with no Frederickson.
Add to that the needless add-in of Janes money grabbing friend, and Jane's sudden shift from 'daughter of a saddler' saved from the clutches of some gormless upper class twit as chosen by her wicked uncle into high society mistress. Yes Sharpe breaks his promise, but only by a couple of hours....for that it costs him 10k, his wife and nearly his life. Jane goes from being a strong willed independent spirit to some kind of airhead, neurotic female straight out of a Jane Austen novel.
Cornwell may have done wrote the book like that; I don't know, but for me it spoilt the series because I really couldn't stand Jane to start with. Then again it gave Sharpe the chance to bed another lady...
Frederickson steals the show. The guy is a legend in his own lunch-hour, with false teeth and dashing hairdo, half a pair of eyes and saucy eye-patch he's the guy you are desperately wishing a bit of luck on - and you know he's too interesting to die.
The Chosen Men have disappeared in this one. After gradually being whittled down over the last few films it was beginning to turn into something of a on-the-road comedy a la Hope and Crosby with Harper and Sharpe. It gets worse in the next one with no Frederickson.