"Does dat mean we don"t try to kill dem?"
"Use you own judgment."
Detritus sighted alond a thick bundle of arrows. They were his idea. Since his giant crossbow was capable of sending an iron bolt through the gates of a city under siege, he had felt it rather a waste to use it on just on person, so he had adapted it to fire a sheaf of serveral dozen arrows all at once. The threads holding them together were supposed to snap under acceleration. They did so. Quite often the arrows also shattered in midair as they failed to withstand the enormous pressure.
He called it the Piecemaker. He"d only tried it once, down at the butts; Vimes had seen a target vanish. So had the targets on either side of it, the earth bank behind it, and a spiraling cloud of feathers floating down had been all that remained of a couple of seagulls who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. In this instance, the wrong place had been vertically above Detritus.
Now no other watchmen would go on patrol with the troll unless they could stay at least a hundred yards directly behind him. But the test had the desired effect, because some saw everything in Ankh-Morpork and news about the targets had got around. No just the knowledge that Detritus was on his way cleared a street much faster than any weapon.
"I got lots of judgment," he said.
"You be careful with that thing," said Vimes. "You could hurt someone."
The party started out again, through the swirls of snow. Vimes made himself comfortable among the luggage, lit a cigar, and then, when he was sure that the rattling of the coach would mask the sounds, rummaged farther under the tarpaulin and drew out Inigo"s cheap, scarred leather case.
From his pocket he took a small roll of black cloth, and unrolled it on his knee. Intricate little lockpicks glinted for a moment in the light of the coach lamps.
A good copper has to be able to think like a criminal. Vimes was a very good copper.
He was also a very alive copper and intended to remain that way. That was why, when the case"s lock went click, he laid it down on the chaking roof with its lide opening away from him, and, leaning back, carefully lifted the lid with his boot.
A long blade flicked out. It would have terminally ruined the digestion of a casual thief. Someone obviously expected very bad hotel security on this journey.
Vimes carefully eased it back into its spring-loaded sheath, smiled in a not very happy way, and carefully lifted out something that gleamed with the silvery light of carefully designed, beautifully engineered and very compact evil.
He thought: Sometimes it would be nice to be wrong about people.
Gaspode know they were in the high foothills now. Places to buy food were getting scarce. However carefully Carrot knocked at the door of some isolated farmstead, he"d end up having to talk to people who were hiding under the bed. People here were not used to the idea of muscular men with swords who were actually anxious to buy things.
In the end it generally worked out quicker to walk in, go through the contents of the pantry, and leave some money on the table for when the people came up out of the cellar.
It had been two days since the last cottage, and there was so little there that Carrot, to Gaspode"s disgust, had just left some money.
The forest thickened. Alder became pine. There were snow showers every night. The stars were pinpoints of frost.
And, colder and harder, rising with the sunset, was the howl.
It went up on every side, a great mournful ululation across the freezing forests.
"They"re so close I can smell "em," said Gaspode. "They"ve been shadowing us for days."
"There has never been an authenticated case of an unprovoked wolf attacking an adult human being," said Carrot. They were both huddling under his cloak.
After a while Gaspode said, "An" that"s good, is it?"
"What do you mean?"
"We-ell, o" course us dogs only had little brains, but it seems to me that what you just said was pretty much the same as sayin" "no unprovoking human bein" has ever returned to tell the tale," right? I mean, your wolf has just got to make sure they kill people in quiet places where no one"ll every know, yes?"
More snow settled on the cloak. It was large, and heavy, and a relic of many a long night in the Ankh-Morpork rain. In front of it, a fire flickered and hissed.
"I wish you hadn"t said that, Gaspode."
These were big, serious flakes of snow. Winter was moving fast down the mountains.
"You wish I hadn"t said it?"
"But... no, I"m sure there"s nothing to be afraid of."