"We"ll see, sir, shall we?" "How are we going to get in, sir?" said Carrot.
"How would you go about it, Carrot?"
"Well, I"d start by knocking, sir."
"Really? Sergeant Detritus. Forward, please."
"Sir!"
"Blow the bloody doors off!"
"Yessir!"
Vines turned back to Carrot as the troll gazed thoughtfully at the door and began making extra turns on his crossbow"s winch, grunting as the springs fought back. Their fight was unsuccessful.
"This isn"t Ankh-Morpork, see?" said Vines.
Detritus hoisted the bow on to his shoulders and took a step forward.
There was a thunk. Vines didn"t see the bundle of arrows leave the bow. They were probably already fragments by the time they"d gone a few feet. Halfway towards the doors the expanding cloud of splinters exploded into flame from the air friction.
What hit the doors was a fireball as angry and unstoppable as the Fifth Elephant and travelling at an appreciable fraction of local lightspeed.
"My gods; Detritus," muttered Vines as the thunder died away. "That"s not a crossbow, that"s a national emergency."
A few bits of charred door crashed on to the cobbles.
"The wolves won"t come in, Mister Vines," said Angua. "Gavin will follow me, but they won"t come, not even for him."
"Why not?"
"Because they"re wolves, sir. They don"t feel at home in houses."
The only sound was the squeak-squeak of Detritus winding up his bow again.
"The hell with it," said Vines, drawing his sword and stepping forward.
Lady Sybil untucked her dress from her underwear and stepped carefully across the little courtyard. She was somewhere around the rear of the castle, as far as she could make out.
She flattened herself as best she could against the wall when she heard a sound, and tightened her grip on one of the iron bars that had formerly graced the window.
A large wolf came around the corner, holding a bone in its mouth. It did not look as if it was expecting her, and it certainly wasn"t expecting the iron bar.
"Oh, I"m terribly sorry," said Sybil automatically as it folded up on to the cobbles.
There was an explosion on the other side of the castle. That sounded like Sam.
"Do you think they heard us, sir?" said Carrot.
"Captain, people in Ankh-Morpork probably heard us. So where are all the werewolves?"
Angua pushed forward. "This way," she said.
She led them up a flight of low steps and tried one of the doors to the keep. It swung back slowly.
There were torches in the hall, too.
"They"ll leave us somewhere to run," she said. "We always leave people somewhere to run."