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'Good grief,' said Angua, when they had put several streets between thes 'He's mad, isn't he?'

'No, mad's when you froth at the mouf,' said Gaspode 'He's insane That's when you froth at the brain'

All that stuff about wolves--'

'I suppose a dog's got a right to dream,' said Gaspode

'But wolves aren't like that! They don't even have naot a name'

'Wolves haven't Why should they? They knoho they are, and they knoho the rest of the pack are It's allan ie Smell and feel and shape Wolves don't even have a word for wolves! It's not like that Naot naot a name Gaspode 'S'my name,' said Gaspode, a shade sullenly

'WellI can't explain why,' said Angua 'But wolves don't have nah now, in a sky as black as a cup of coffee that wasn't very black at all

Its light turned the city into a network of silver lines and shadows

Once upon a time the Tower of Art had been the centre of the city, but cities tend to ently with time and Ankh-Morpork's centre was now several hundred yards away The tower still doainst the evening sky, contriving to look blacker than est

Hardly anyone ever looked at the Tower of Art, because it was always there It was just a thing People hardly ever look at fas

There was a very faint clink of metal on stone For ain exactly the right place ht have fancied that a patch of even blacker darkness was slowly but inexorably ht caught a sli into shadow again as it climbed onwards

The as resolutely shut

'But she always leaves it open,' Angua whined 'Must have shut it tonight,' said Gaspode 'There's a lot of strange people about'

'But she knows about strange people,' said Angua 'Most of thee back to human and smash the '

'I can't do that! I'd be naked!'

'Well, you're naked now, ain't you?'

'But I'm a wolf! That's different!'

'I've never worn anything in my whole life It's never bothered ua 'There'll be so at the Watch House Spare chain And the door doesn't shut properly Co the street, with Gaspode whi

'Blimey,' said Gaspode, 'look at that'

Four Watchnized Detritus

'Hut, hut, hut! You without doubt the horriblest recruits I ever see! Pick up them feet!'

'I never done nuffin!'

'Now you doin somefin for the first time in your horrible life, Lance-Constable Coalface! It a man life in the Watch!'

The squad rounded the corner

'What's been going on?' said Angua

'Search ht know more if one of 'em stops for a widdle'

There was a small crowd around the Watch House in Pseudopolis Yard They see under a flickering la to a se moustache

'And your name, mister?'

'SILAS! CUMBERBATCH!'

'Didn't you used to be town crier?'

'THAT'S RIGHT!'

'Right Give hi-Constable Cuddy? One for your squad'

'WHO'S ACTING-CONSTABLE CUDDY?' said Cumberbatch

'Down here, mister'

The man looked down

'BUT YOU'RE! A DWARF! I NEVER--'

'Stand to attention when you're talking to a super-ierierior officer!' Cuddy bellowed

Ain't no dwarfs or trolls or humans in the Watch, see,' said Colon 'Just Watchmen, see? That's what Corporal Carrot says Of course, if you'd like to be in Acting-Constable Detritus' squad--'

'I LIKE DWARFS,' said Cumberbatch, hurriedly 'ALWAYS HAVE NOT THAT THERE ARE ANY IN THE WATCH, MIND,' he added, after barely a second's thought

'You learn quick You'll go a long way in this man's army,' said Cuddy 'You could have a field-marshal's bottom in your napkin any day now AAAAaabbbb-wut tn! Hut, hut, hut--'

'Fifth volunteer so far,' said Colon to Corporal Nobbs, as Cuddy and his new recruit pounded off into the darkness 'Even the Dean at the University tried to join Aed

'Detritus is certainly clubbing 'em into line,' said Colon After ten minutes they're putty in his hands Mind you,' he added, 'after ten 's putty in theeant we had when I was first in the ararette

'Tough? Tough? Blimey! Thirteen weeks of pure , up tc our necks ina blue streak and cussin' us every livingthe laith a toothbrush! He'd hit us with a spiky stick to get us out of bed! We had to juuts, we'd have stuck one on him if any of us had the nerve but, of course, none of us did He put us through threedeath Buty'knowafter the passing-out paradeus looking at ourselves all in our new uniforms an' all, real soldiers at last, seein' e'd becomewell,hi you' The dogs watched Colon wipe away the suspicion of a tear

'Me and Tonker Jackson and Hoggy Spuds waited for him in the alley and beat seven kinds of hell out of him, it took three days for my knuckles to heal' Colon blew his nose 'Happy daysFancy a boiled sweet, Nobby?'