Men at Arms (Discworld 15)

The Librarian, who'd given up on the organ until it had some more puff, brightened up.

'Ook?'

'Well, go and find one,' said Ridcully. 'You've got nearly half an hour.'

'It's not as easy as that, is it? They don't grow or. trees!'

'Oook?'

'I can't think who to ask!'

'Oook.' .

The Librarian liked being best man. You were allowed to kiss bridesmaids, and they weren't allowed to run away. He was really disappointed when Vimes ignored him.

Acting-Constable Cuddy climbed laboriously up the steps inside the Tower of Art, grumbling to himself He knew he couldn't complain. They'd drawn lots because, Carrot said, you shouldn't ask the men to do anything you wouldn't do yourself. And he'd drawn the short straw, harhar, which meant the tallest building. That meant if there was any trouble, he'd miss it.

He paid no attention to the thin rope dangling from the trapdoor far above. Even if he'd thought about it . . . so what? It was just a rope.

Gaspode looked up into the shadows.

There was a growl from somewhere in the darkness. It was no ordinary dog growl. Early man had heard sounds like that in deep caves.

Gaspode sat down. His tail thumped uncertainly.

'Knew I'd find you sooner or later,' he said. 'The old nose, eh? Finest instrument known to dog.'

There was another growl. Gaspode whimpered a bit.

'The thing is,' he said, 'the thing is . . . the actual thing is, see . . . the thing what I've been sent to do . . .'

Late man heard sounds like that, too. Just before he became late.

'I can see you . . . don't want to talk right now,' said Gaspode. 'But the thing is . . . now, I know what you're thinking, is this Gaspode obeyin' orders from a human?'

Gaspode looked conspiratorially over his shoulder, as if there could be anything worse than what was in front of him.

'That's the whole mess about being a dog, see ?' he said. 'That's the thing what Big Fido can't get his mind around, see ? You looked at the dogs in the Guild, right ? You heard 'em howl. Oh, yes, Death To The Humans, All Right. But under all that there's the fear. There's the voice sayin': Bad Dog. And it don't come from anywhere but inside, right from inside the bones, 'cos humans made dogs. I knows this. I wish I didn't, but there it is. That's the Power, knowin'. I've read books, I have. Well, chewed books.'

The darkness was silent.

'And you're a wolf and human at the same time, right? Tricky, that. I can see that. Bit of a dichotomy, sort of thing. Makes you kind of like a dog. 'Cos that's what a dog is, really. Half a wolf and half a human. You were right about that. We've even got names. Hah! So our bodies tell us one thing, our heads tell us another. It's a dog's life, being a dog. And I bet you can't run away from him. Not really. He's your master.'

The darkness was more silent. Gaspode thought he heard movement.

'He wants you to come back. The thing is, if he finds you, that's it. He'll speak, and you'll have to obey. But if you goes back of your own accord, then it's your decision. You'd be happier as a human. I mean, what can I offer you except rats and a choice of fleas? I mean, I don't know, I don't see it as much of a problem, you just have to stay indoors six or seven nights every month—'

Angua howled.

The hairs that still remained on Gaspode's back stood on end. He tried to remember which was his jugular vein.

'I don't want to have to come in there and get you,' he said. Truth rang on every word.

'The thing is . . . the actual thing is . . . I will, though,' he added, trembling. 'It's a bugger, bein' a dog.'

He thought some more, and sighed.

'Oh, I remember. It's the one in the throat,' he said.