Going through a Bernard Cornwell phase for a bit -- enough to note the Sharpe novels hew to a pattern. Like how poor Richard gets ever so many opportunities to be a lover; at least once per book, regardless of anything. If only he had the money, he might have been a gigolo -- Sgt Harper's assessment of him notwithstanding.
Don't seem to remember the TV series being quite so stuffed with stray petticoats. Though in that era, women did seem to be ninety percent linen -- and pin-curls.
