The Fifth Elephant

indulges him. He drove my other brother away and he killed my sister.”
    “How—?”
    “He said it was an accident. Poor little Elsa. She was a yennork, just like Andrei. That’s a werewolf that doesn’t Change, you know? I’m sure I’ve mentioned it. Our family throws them up from time to time. Wolfgang and I were the only classic bi-morphs in the litter. Elsa looked human all the time, even at full moon. Andrei was always a wolf.”
    “You mean you had a human sister and a wolf brother?”
    “ No , Carrot. They were both werewolves . But the, well, the little…switch…inside them didn’t work. Do you understand? They always stayed the same shape. In the old days, the clan would kill off a yennork quickly, and Wolfgang is a traditionalist when it comes to nastiness. He says they made the blood impure. You see, a yennork would go off and be a human or be a wolf but they’d still be carrying the werewolf…blood, and then they’d marry and have children…or pups…and, well, that’s where the fairytale monsters come from. People with a bit of wolf and wolves with that extra capacity for violence that is so very human.” She sighed, and glanced momentarily at Gavin. “But Elsa was harmless. After that, Andrei didn’t wait for it to happen to him. He’s a sheepdog over in Borogravia now. Doing well, I hear. Wins championships,” she added sourly.
    She poked the fire aimlessly.
    “Wolfgang’s got to be stopped. He’s plotting something with some of the dwarfs. They meet in the forest, Gavin says.”
    “He sounds very well informed for a wolf,” said Carrot. Angua almost snarled at him.
    “He’s not stupid, you know. He can understand more than eight hundred words. A lot of humans get by on less! And he’s got a sense of smell that’s almost as good as mine! The wolves see everything . The werewolves are out all the time now. They’re chasing people down…the Game, we call it. The wolves get the blame. It looks like they’re breaking the Arrangement. And there’s been these meetings, right out in the forest where they think no one will see them. Some dwarfs have got some sort of nasty scheme, by the sound of it. They asked Wolfgang for help! That’s like asking a vulture to pick your teeth.”
    “What can you do?” said Carrot. “If even your parents can’t control him—”
    “We used to fight when we were younger. ‘Rough and tumble,’ he’d call it. But I could send him off howling. Wolfgang hates to think there’s anyone who can beat him, so I don’t think he’ll relish the thought of me turning up. He’s got plans. This part of Uberwald has always, well, worked because no one was too powerful, but if the dwarfs start squabbling among themselves then Wolfgang’s the lad to take advantage, with his stupid uniforms and his stupid flag.”
    “I don’t think I want to see you fighting, though.”
    “Then you can look the other way! I didn’t ask you to follow me! Do you think I’m proud of this? I’ve got a brother who’s a sheepdog!”
    “A champion sheepdog,” said Carrot earnestly.
    Gaspode watched Angua’s expression. It was one you’d never get on a dog.
    “You mean that,” she said at last. “You actually mean that, don’t you…you really do. And if you’d met him it wouldn’t worry you, would it? To you everyone’s a person. I have to sleep in a dog basket seven nights a month and that doesn’t worry you either, does it?”
    “No. You know it doesn’t.”
    “It should! Don’t ask me why, but it should! You’re so…unthinkingly nice about it! And sooner or later a girl can have too much nice!”
    “I don’t try to be nice…”
    “I know. I know. I just wish you’d…oh, I don’t know… complain a bit. Well, not exactly complain . Just sigh, or something.”
    “Why?”
    “Because…oh, because it’d make me feel better! Oh, it’s too hard to explain. It’s probably a werewolf thing.”
    “I’m sorry—”
    “And don’t be sorry all the time, either!”
    Gaspode curled up so close to the fire that he steamed. Dogs had it down a lot better, he decided.

    The building that was to be the embassy was set back from the road on a quiet side street. They rattled under an arch into a small rear courtyard containing some stables. It reminded Vimes of a large coaching inn.
    “It’s really only a consulate at the moment,” said Inigo, leafing through his papers. “We should be met by…ah, yes, Wando Sleeps. Been here for several