Angua rolled, whimpering.
Cheri scrambled to her feet. 'It's a werewolf!'
Angua rolled back and forth, pawing at her mouth.
'What's happened to it?' said Cheri, her panic receding a little. 'It looks... hurt. Where's Angua? Oh...'
Vimes glanced at the dwarfs torn leather shirt. 'You wear chain mail under your clothes?' he said.
'Oh... it's my silver vest... but she knew about it. I told her...'
Vimes grabbed Angua's collar. She moved to bite him, and then caught his eye and turned her head away.
'She only bit the silver,' said Cheri, distractedly.
Angua pulled herself on to her feet, glared at them, and slunk off behind some crates. They heard her whimpering which, by degrees, became a voice.
'Blasted blasted dwarfs and their blasted vests...'
'You all right, Constable?' said Vimes.
'Damn silver underwear... Can you throw me my clothes, please?'
Vimes bundled up Angua's uniform and, eyes closed for decency's sake, handed it around the crates.
'No one told me she was a were - ' Cheri moaned.
'Look at it like this, Corporal,' said Vimes, as patiently as he could. 'If she hadn't been a werewolf you would by now be the world's largest novelty candle, all right?'
Angua walked from behind the crates, rubbing her mouth. The skin around it looked too pink...
'It burned you?' said Cheri.
'It'll heal,' said Angua.
'You never said you were a werewolf!'
'How would you've liked me to have put it?'
'Right,' said Vimes, 'if that's all sorted out, ladies, I want this place searched. Understand?'
'I've got some ointment,' said Cheri meekly.
'Thank you.'
They found a bag in a cellar. There were several boxes of candles. And a lot of dead rats.
Igneous the troll opened the door of his pottery a fraction. He'd intended the fraction to be no more than about one-sixteenth, but someone immediately pushed hard and turned it into rather more than one and three-quarters.
'Here, what's dis?' he said, as Detritus and Carrot came in with the shell of Dorfl between them. 'You can't jus' break in here - '
'We ain't just breakin' in,' said Detritus.
'Dis is an outrage,' said Igneous. 'You got no right comin' in here. You got no reason - '
Detritus let go of the golem and spun around. His hand shot out and caught Igneous around the throat. 'You see dose statchoos of Monolith over dere? You see dem?' he growled, twisting the other troll's head to face a row of troll religious statues on the other side of the warehouse. 'You want I should smash one open, see what dey're fill wit', maybe find a reason?'
Igneous's slitted eyes darted this way and that. He might have been hard of thinking, but he could feel a killing mood when it was in the air. 'No call for dat, I always help der Watch,' he muttered. 'What dis all about?'