He had two matches.
Well, the hell with it. Anyone could light a fire with one match.
He lay back in the water. That was a good decision. He could feel himself coming back together again, pulled into shape by the heat within and without
"Ah. Your grace..."
Wolf von Uberwald was sitting on the opposite bank. He was stark naked. A little vapour rose off him, as if he"d just been exerting himself. Muscles gleamed as though they"d been oiled. They probably had been.
"A run in the snow is such a thing, is it not?" said Wolf pleasantly. "You are certainly learning the ways of Uberwald, your grace. Lady Sybil is alive and well and free to go back to your city when the passes are cleared. I know you would wish to hear that."
Other figures were approaching through the trees, men and women, all of them as unselfconsciously naked as Wolf.
Vimes realized he was a dead man bathing. He could see it in Wolf"s eyes. "Nothing like a hot dip before breakfast," he said.
"Ah, yes. We also have not, as yet, breakfasted," said Wolf. He stood up, stretched, and cleared the pool from a standing start. Vimes"s breeches were picked up and examined.
"I threw Inigo"s damn thing away," said Vimes. "I don"t think a friend put it there."
"It is all a great game, your grace," said Wolf. "Do not reproach yourself! The strongest survive, which is as it should be!"
"Dee planned this, did he?"
Wolf laughed. "The dear little Dee? Oh, he had a plan. It was a good little plan, although a touch insane. Happily, it will no longer be required!"
"You want the dwarfs to go to war?"
"Strength is good," said Wolf, folding Vimes"s clothes neatly. "But like some other good things, it only remains good if it is not possessed by too many people." He tossed the clothes as far as he could.
"What is it you want me to say, your grace?" Wolf continued. "Something like "You are going to die anyway so I might as well tell you," perhaps?"
"Well, it"d be a help," said Vimes.
"Youare going to die anyway." Wolf smiled. "Why don"t you tell me?"
Talking gained time. Maybe those woodcutters and charcoal burners would be along at any minute. If they hadn"t brought their axes everyone was going to be in big trouble.
"I"m... pretty sure why the replica Scone was stolen in Ankh-Morpork," said Vimes. "I"ve just got the inkling of an idea that a copy was made of it, which was smuggled here on one of our coaches. Diplomats don"t get searched."
"Well done!"
"Shame Igor came to unload when one of your boys was there, wasn"t it?"
"Oh, it"s hard to hurt an Igor!"
"You don"t care, do you?" said Vimes. "A bunch of dwarfs want Albrecht on the thro - the Scone because they want to hang on to that old-time certainty, and you just want dwarfs fighting. And old Albrecht wouldn"t even get the right Scone back!"
"Let us say that just now we find our interests converge, shall we?" said Wolf.
Out of the corner of his eye Vimes saw the other werewolves spreading out around the pool.
"And now you"ve set me up," he said. "Pretty amateurishly, I"d say. But impressive, because Dee couldn"t have had much time after he thought I was getting close. It would have worked, too. People aren"t good eye-witnesses. I know. They believe what they want to see and what people told them they saw. It was a nice touch giving me that damn one-shot. He really must have hoped I"d kill to escape - "
"Is it not time you got out of that... pool?" said Wolfgang.
"You mean bath?" said Vimes. Yes, there was a wince. Vimes registered it. Oh, you"re walking upright and talking, my lad, and you look strong as an ox - but something between a human and a wolf has a bit of dog in them, doesn"t it?
"We have an ancient custom here," said Wolf, looking away. "And it is a good one. Anyone can challenge us. It"s a little... chase. The great game! A competition, if you like. If they outrun us they win four hundred crowns. That is a very good sum! A man may start a small business with it. Of course, as I can see you realize, if they don"t outrun us the question of money does not arise!"