"Why? There"s nothing for me there."
Carrot patted the soil over the grave. "Is there anything left for you here?" he said. "Besides, I - "
Don"t you dare say the words, Angua thought. Not at a time like this. And then they both became aware of the wolves. They were creeping through the trees, darker shadows in the evening light.
"They"re hunting," said Angua, grabbing Carrot"s arm.
"Oh, don"t worry. They don"t attack human beings for no reason."
"Carrot?"
"Yes?" The wolves were closing in.
"I"m not human!"
"But last night - "
"That was different. They remembered Gavin. Now I"m just a werewolf to them..."
She watched him turn to look at the advancing wolves. The hairs were up on their backs. They were growling. They moved with the strange sidle of those whose hatred could just manage to overcome their fear. And at any moment that balance in one of them was going to tip all the way, and then it would be all over.
There was a leap, and it was Carrot who made it. He grabbed the lead wolf by its neck and tail and held on as it struggled and snapped. Its frantic efforts to escape resulted only in it running in a circle with Carrot in the middle, the other wolves backing away from the whirl of grey. Then, as it stumbled, he bit it on the back of the neck. It screamed.
Carrot let go and stood up. He looked at the circle of wolves. They shied away. from his gaze.
"Hmmm?" he said.
The wolf on the ground whined and got to its feet awkwardly.
"Hmmm?"
It tucked its tail between its legs and backed off, but it still seemed to be attached to Carrot by an invisible lead.
"Angua?" said Carrot, still watching it carefully.
"Yes?"
"Can you speak wolf? I mean, in this shape?"
"A bit. Look, how did you know what to do?"
"Oh, I"ve watched animals," said Carrot, as if that was an explanation. "Please tell them... tell them if they go away now I won"t harm them."
She managed to bark out the words. It had all changed, in such a tiny handful of seconds. Now Carrot wrote the script.
"And now tell them that although I"m going away I may be back. What"s the name of this one?" He nodded at the cowering wolf.
"That"s Eats Wrong Meat," Angua whispered. "He was... he"s the leader now Gavin"s gone."
"Then tell them that I"m quite happy that he should go on leading. Tell them all that."
They watched her intently. She knew what they were thinking. He"d beaten the leader. It was all Sorted Out. Wolves did not have a lot of mental space for uncertainty. Doubt was a luxury for species that did not live one meal away from starvation. They still had a Gavin-shaped hole in their minds and Carrot had stepped into it. Of course, it wouldn"t last long. But it didn"t need to.
He always, always finds a way in, she thought. He doesn"t think about it, he doesn"t plot, he simply slides in. I saved him because he couldn"t save himself, and Gavin saved him because... because... because he had some reason... and I"m almost, almost certain that Carrot doesn"t know how he manages to wrap the world around him. Almost certain. He"s good and kind and born to be a king of the ancient sort that wore oak leaves and ruled from a seat under a tree, and though he tries hard he never had a cynical thought.
I"m almost certain.
"Let"s go now," said Carrot. "The coronation will be over soon, and I don"t want Mister Vimes to worry."