Quite. It's been done twice that I'm aware of. In the one case, the boy in question was around thirteen, and was able to grapple with his situation and come to terms with it. In the second, the girl was six, and driven into - well, it's a kind of incurable insanity Kindred can fall prey to, if we're unable to get to grip with what we've become. To fall to wassail and become a wight is to become, essentially, a raging animal with no thought other than where your next mouthful of blood is coming from.

Twenty is considered the lower limit, these days. A sensible sire waits til twenty-five, at least.

[Let the record show that Beckett is clearly past forty]