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Chapter 8 : Werewolf
All the masked heroes, and Rincewind not followed by his homicidal trunk, at least apparently, were present at the meeting point, except one.
"I say we should go, at such an hour he won't come," said the young girl
"We wait," retorted the other young vigilante
"Alright, just to hear his explanation. I wonder how he will justify himself for leaving without saying a word."
"Stop it ! That's not as if he had left us in the middle of a fight !"
"But we lost time looking for him !"
"We're going," said Rorschach, who was tired of hearing the accusation and the defense battle.
"But Grey..." protested Fredson
"We're not waiting any longer."
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"What a beautiful dog," said the Phantasm
"What ? The little grey one ?" asked Fredson
"This horror ? I'm talking of the big white one."
"That's why I'm asking you: the big one isn't a mutt, it's a wolf."
"Nonsense, there's not been any wolf in town since the Great Winter during the Century of the Porpoise !"
"Anyway, the team is complete now."
"What do you mean ?" asked Rorschach. "Grey Wolf is still missing."
Fredson sighed.
« You don't remember what Grey Wolf said about a dog which would come when full moon ?"
"It's his dog ?"
"No ! This dog... this wolf is Grey Wolf, he's a werewolf !"
"Not stupid the biped," said an unknown voice
"Who said that ?" asked Fredson
"Can werewolves speak when wolves ?" asked Rorschach
A werewolf now, with someone wearing a wolf-like suit and called himself "Grey Wolf" he should have guessed earlier, what about Fredson, was he another being considered unreal in his world under that mask ?
"I don't know," said the Phantasm. "This didn't sound like Grey Wolf, but maybe it had been modified during the metamorphosis."
"Looks like there's a paper around his neck," pointed out Rincewind
Rorschach grabbed the paper, the others gathered around him to read it:
That's me, Grey Wolf, I'm a werewolf, I had already told it to Rorshar and Fredson the first time we met, I know, I spoke of a "big dog", but it was not that far and the suit and name should have put you on the way, admit it. I didn't told you that clearly because many people are still afraid of werewolves. I will be like this each night of full moon. Under this form, I can't talk but I still understand you. Sorry for the other day, the werewolf of the Watch was here and I was afraid to be identified."
"You misspelled my name," said Rorschach
"So it was because of the werewolf of the Watch," said the Phantasm
"They got a werewolf too ?" said Rorschach
"Yes, some believes it's corporal Nobbs, but I don't think so," said Fredson
"What makes you so sure of it ?" asked the black and yellow heroin
"He's dark-haired and the fur of the Watch's werewolf is almost white, which makes me think he must be blond. Now that I think of it he looks like you... Anyone you know ?"
The werewolf didn't react.
"Oh, yeah, you can't say anything."
"I agree, if Nobby Nobbs was a werewolf he would look more like this awful little dog."
"Bitch !"
Furious, the Phantasm looked at his colleague:
"What did you just say, Fredson ?"
"What ? I said nothing !"
"Liar ! Who told that so ? Rincewind ? Rorschach ? The dog while we're at it... By the way, where is Rorschach ?"
"He saw a burglar breaking into a house and followed him," answered the wizard. "If I were you, I think I would stop fighting: he's said something like: "won't be that patient if they get on my nerves again" before he left."
"You didn't notice something ?" asked Fredson to the Phantasm, not paying any attention to Rincewind. "It was the voice we heard earlier. And that couldn't be Grey Wolf since he can't talk."
"And he's polite contrary to some people !"
"You... Er, I'm sorry, happy ?" said reluctantly the young man
The Phantasm understood immediately why her colleague gave up that easily: she turned back and saw Rorschach.
"So... did you catch this burglar ?
"Not thanks to you."
The teens both gulped but instead of tweaking their ears like the last time, the mask said nothing more and they just kept walking.
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"Glad to see you can show yourself mature sometimes," said the Phantasm to Fredson
"Hurm ?"
Now he was groaning like the other ! As if one wasn't enough...
"I mean when you apologized earlier. I know it's mainly because of Rorschach, but it's an improvement nonetheless."
"For the last time: I said nothing."
"So much about maturity, you little..."
She didn't finish her sentence: Grey Wolf, who was right between them, had just grunted.
"Okay, I'll believe you just this time. Easy, we've made peace Fredson and I."
"Hey, quit it ! It's not a dog !"
"I think he likes it, Fredson."
The young girl was scratching the werewolf behind the ears, and he seemed to enjoy it.
"If you could be just a little more supportive it would be great, you know ?" grumbled the mask
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Dawn was close and they hadn't met any criminal since the robber, they were about to stop crime-fighting when Grey Wolf suddenly stopped.
"Grey Wolf ?"
"What is he doing ?"
"I don't know. Looks like he's sniffed something."
Suddenly, the hairs on Grey Wolf's back stood on end, his ears went back and bared his shiny fangs as he growled.
He ran and disappeared in a very narrow alleyway, so fast his comrades couldn't follow him easily.
They heard as they ran after him a sound of broken glass, and man's screaming out something like "What the fuck... get off me fucking dog, get off... Nooooo !"
They reached the house with a broken window, Rorschach opened the door with a kick: behind the door was the blood covered young werewolf, blood forming a very big stain around the fat man on top of whom was the wolf, he said, spiting blood, in a weakened voice:
"Y... your dog ?... get it of... pl..."
The last words couldn't be heard because of all the blood that ran out of his mouth.
The Phantasm leaned against a wall to vomit.
Rorschach knelled near Grey Wolf to take him away from the man, but the wolf turned back quickly, barking threateningly, and would have bit him if he hadn't backed up.
And he complained the boy was too soft...
Rincewind, who was very scared now: one of the masks was a werewolf and he was repeating over and over in his head "someone's been killed, someone's been killed... I knew it would happen one day or another... I knew it" in his head, opened accidentally an half-opened door as he stepped back, he looked back and stepped back in the opposite direction: he thought it couldn't get worst but he had just realized he was wrong.
"R... Rorschach ?" stammered the wizard
"What ?"
He just pointed the door, he looked more scared than usual: what could have caused such a reaction ? Had Grey Wolf made another bloody mess ?
Followed by Fredson and the werewolf, the vigilante opened the door completely, revealing a gloomy room with a sinister collection of various sharp objects covered in dried blood, and the most horrible detail to complete the picture: a little girl on a filthy table, tied up and gagged, motionless. The scene was awfully familiar to him, even the child looked like this Blaire Roche he hadn't been able to save, suddenly they heard a sob, and a second, and the kid opened big frightened eyes : she was alive, he wasn't too late this time, correction: Grey Wolf wasn't too late.
He proceeded to untie the little girl and take the gag off her, but she was screaming out and struggling as he was trying to take her off the table.
"Listen, I won't harm you; so stop..."
She stepped back again.
It would have been easier if she had been an adult, or at least a teen, he knew how to handle them, but with kids he was completely clueless: he wasn't used to them. Plus, he understood her reaction in a way, he knew he looked, except for the height, frightening, it was the whole idea of the uniform, and the voice didn't help too.
The phantasm came closer to the little girl and said in a soft voice, her arms wide opened:
"Shh... Easy, little one, easy. You're safe now, I promise, come. Don't be afraid."
The kid hesitated, then came slowly into the heroine's arms, still shaking and sobbing, silently though.
She was good with children, thought Rorschach. Good thing to remember if we have another case involving kids, living ones at least.
"Take the kid to the Watch."
"Okay, I'll ask they send you some agents."
Then she left the house with the little girl, hiding her eyes as she crossed the room covered in blood: no need to traumatize this child even more.
Grey Wolf had entered into the gloomy room sniffing the air, he stopped on a trap door conducting to a cellar that he sniffed with more attention, he moaned, and stepped back, looking... horrified. What was in the cellar ? Rorschach decided he would see that later, first, take care of the scumbag, if he he wasn't dead yet of course since what the werewolf did to him: funny now that he thought about it: this time time, the dog was on the good side.
He heard behind him the noise of metal rattling followed by steps-noises, he turned back to see Fredson staring at the fat man loosing more and more blood, still laying on the floor, his right hand was crisped on a chopper he had taken from the butcher's collection, he reminded him of himself on this particular night in 1975: he raised the chopper, but instead of touching the man, the chopper thrown by the teen sank into the floor just two inches away from the man's head.
"You missed him ? Strange, was too close to miss him."
"Missed ?... Er, I wasn't aiming at him."
"What ?"
He remained silent for some minutes before answering:
"I... was just checking if he was still alive. He didn't reacted when I throw the chopper. See."
Liar, well maybe not a liar: he actually sounded surprised, maybe a part of him wanted to kill the man but didn't had the time since the wounds caused by Grey Wolf did it instead, funny, it reminded him of the blur the boy talked about when he beat up the assassin. Had the young man personality disorders ? As for the man, no need to check, he was obviously dead: he had lost way too much blood and he had seen enough corpses in New-York, he was even responsible for some of them, so he could say just by looking if dead or not.
"Grey Wolf ? What..."
Grey Wolf was changing back as the sun was rising and the transitions between wolf and man were rather disturbing to see, the werewolf, whose metamorphosis was still not finished rushed towards the exit: he looked like a humanoid creature with blond fur, Fredson followed him and Rorschach was about to do the same when suddenly he heard his name:
"Rorschach !"
It was the Phantasm coming back with...
"Nobby Nobbs ? You've really found no one else ? And what is the girl still doing here ?" yelled Rorschach at her when he saw the kid in her arms.
"Nice to see you too, Rorschach !" said Nobby
"The first watchmen I've met are him and sergeant Colon, who's gone to Pseudopolis Yard tell the others, they'll come soon. As for the kid, her name is Jenny by the way, I wanted to give her to the sergeant but she just refused to get off me. What was that hairy thing Fredson was running after ?"
"Grey Wolf re-transforming. He's the one who found the girl," precised the vigilante to Nobby
"You got a werewolf too ? The young lady told me you arrested the bastard who touched her, where is he ?"
Crap, he hadn't expected the corporal, known to be the kind of cop who fled the criminal cases, to be interested in that detail, maybe he reacted differently because a kid was involved ? He didn't know if he should tell them what the young hero did to that monster, they could react like they did in New York towards heroes and... Well, he'll find a solution, he had to, he couldn't let the heroes end up like in his home-world.
The corporal walked toward the door, Rorschach blocked his way:
"No one gets in."
"Why ?"
"Just don't do it."
Nobby shrugged and walked away to light up one of his disgusting cigarettes, he was sensible and knew it would be suicide to insist with that masked nutcase. As for Rorschach, he was relieved that the cop renounced that easily, it let him more time to think about a plan...
"Why don't you want Nobby to get in ? There's nothing to steal in after all," asked Rincewind
"Rincewind, you really don't know where your legged-trunk is ? It would be useful now."
"In what way ?" lied Rincewind who had a little idea of what the messed up vigilante was thinking and sincerely hoped the mask would take it as "in what way ?" meaning "I know what you mean and I don't want to hear it, thank you very much."
"It could eat him."
No, he didn't get it, the wizard thought.
"Why ?"
"The kid killed him. He will be in trouble if they find out."
"Good morning sir !" said an unknown voice
It was a man with red sideburns and mustache, wearing a top-hat and a green frock coat, he had a notebook in the hand.
"Well, well, well, Rorschach himself, the lovely Phantasm and, what are you ?" he asked looking at Nobby, the man who accompanied the new-comer, a very pale man dressed entirely in black and carrying a quite cumbersome photographic camera like those of Roundworld's Nineteenth century and a box containing a big lizard, muttered him something. "He's human ? You're sure ? And, he has a document signed by his Lordship to prove it ?"
"Here it is if you wanna look at it," said the apparently human agent handing the man a piece of paper while the heroes bent a little to read over his shoulder.
"Who are you ?" asked Rorschach sharply
"I didn't introduce myself ? How impolite from me, I am sorry ! Morpork, Albert Morpork, reporter for the Times, here's my colleague, the iconographer, Otto Chriek."
Journalists now ! Great, just great. (1), in addition the man looked familiar to him...
"How did you find us ?"
"Oh, it was quite a piece of luck , I saw the Phantasm running with this kid and I followed her. And I find almost all the masked heroes, where are Fredson and Grey Wolf by the way ?"
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"Grey Wolf ? Are you human now ?"
"Yes," answered his friend, still hiding in a dark alleyway and cleaning away the blood on his arms the best he could, wondering worriedly how could he have so much blood on his hands. "Stay where you are !"
"Why ? You think you're still dangerous ?"
"No, I'm naked."
"Oh. I would have given to you my coat if it wasn't that little."
"Don't worry, I'm used to this kind of situation. Just wait a minute and I'll come out."
Finally, Grey Wolf emerged from the alleyway and his partner burst into laughter.
"There's nothing funny."
Well, It was true, there was nothing funny about a teenager wearing an old dirty blanket with a hole for the head as a poncho and a paper-bag with holes for the eyes on the head, absolutely nothing funny.
"I got to improvise with what I can get to be decent. Well I have another suit hidden some streets away. Stop laughing please !"
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"So what happened here ? You saved this little girl, that's it ?" asked Albert Morpork who was ready to write
"In fact, Grey Wolf saved her, she was detained into this home and he arrived before us," answered the Phantasm
"Where are the kidnappers by the way and how many were there ?"
"There was only one man," she just said
"Can I see him ?"
"No, the Watch will be the first to see him," said Rorschach
"I see. Fine, I'll wait."
He gained a little time, better than nothing, at least they still knew nothing about the corpse.
"I fmell blood, lot of blood, from one big man..."
They all turned towards the man who had just spoken: it was the iconographer, an unnaturally pale man dressed in black who held a machine looking like the first photo-cameras of Roundworld and a box containing a big lizard.
"... juft behind thif door..." he added as he was heading towards the door
"Don't..."
Too late, the pale man had opened the door, Rorschach hadn't been able to stop him: he had been quicker than expected, and everyone could see the body.
"It's only cause of that you didn't want me to get in ?" asked Nobby who didn't seem shocked at all. "Hi kids !"
Fredson and Grey Wolf had come back and the werewolf's face lower-part was paler than usual when he saw the corpse.
"I... I can't believe I did that..."
"What did you say young man ?" asked the journalist. "You did this ?"
"So it... means I also...," he said that looking at Rorschach, now vaguely remembering he had almost bit him.
"Shut up !" ordered Rorschach. "He didn't do it, it's just the shock."
"Then who did that butcher's work ?"
"I did."
"Rorschach, you don't have to... Ow !"
"Shut up, idiot !" muttered the vigilante after elbowing him. "Told you so already."
"Then why are you so clean ? Shouldn't you be covered with blood after such a mess ?"
Crap, the blood, he had completely forgotten about it, how could he justify it ? Find something, quickly !
"Looks like a beast did it," commented Morpork. Then he remained silent one minute, realizing something, and turned towards Grey Wolf: "You're the one who saved the kid, your name is Grey Wolf... of course... you are a werewolf, aren't you ?"
Crap ! Why the journalist had to be smarter than his colleagues usually are ? Too late to put things right now...
"It..., it's true, and I'm the only responsible for this, the others did nothing. He was about to kill her and I think he killed others..."
"Others ? How do you know that ?" asked the elder vigilante
"I smelled blood and bodies in decomposition under the trapdoor leading to the cellar. Rorschach , what are you doing ?"
"Stay away, !" he ordered to the young man. "All of you."
The mask reached the torture room, the others heard something had been opened, he came back a few minutes after, breathing louder, furious.
"You were right, she wasn't the first. Little corpses."
"How many ?"
"Too many."
"I found a name for my article: The Ogre of the Shades slaughtered by Grey Wolf."
"Yes, but I didn't meant to kill him... I guess I'll have to leave the group after that."
"No way !" exclaimed the two other young heroes almost at the same time
Crap, thought Rorschach to himself, just what he feared. Masked-heroes were accepted in this town, even by the cops, and now it's going to be like in his world, treated like common criminals for killing a monster. The things were too good to last long maybe...
"Why ?" asked the journalist, sounding surprised. "He was about to kill the little one, right ? And he killed others from what I've understood. The man would have been hung anyway. And I don't think the people will mind that much if they learn you're a werewolf since you saved a kid, plus it would be good for your image to have some specist diversity in the group. By the way, are two humans ?" he asked looking at Rorschach and Fredson. "I ask that cause of your masks."
They didn't answer.
"You said he won't be reproached that ?" asked an astounded Rorschach as his jaw dropped under his mask. "He won't be called a monster or anything ?"
"No, the only one that will be called monster is the dead guy."
Amazing, maybe the Discworld wasn't so bad if they didn't condemned a hero for killing someone who deserved it.
"At leaft, an occathion to take a picture of the mafked-heroes," said Otto enthusiastically. "And who are you in the team ? You don't look like a hero," he asked to Rincewind, disappointed to see that he hadn't passed as unnoticed as he hoped.
"No."
"Why are you with them then ?" asked the journalist
They didn't asked if it was for his powers, everyone in Ankh-Morpork knew that there was a wizard in the University that was only technically a wizard: he had the hat with "wizzard" on but couldn't do any magic.
"Let's say I'm obliged to be there."
He decided to quit questioning Rincewind, judging him uninteresting and turned towards Rorschach that he identified as the leader, he quickly renounced to go further with him: first, the man was scary, second, and most important, he remained completely silent, he decided to interrogate the teens, hoping they would be more talkative than the adults, they just talked a little much. He learned only one interesting thing: when he asked them how their parents felt about their vigilantes activities, Grey Wolf and the Phantasm just answered their parents didn't know about it and Fredson that he had no problem with it since he never had folks in the first place. An orphan, now that was a tear-jerker ! Thought Morpork.
"Excuthe-me ?"
It was the iconographer.
"Can I take a picture of your group ? I promithe it won't take long . Pleathe ?"
A few minutes after, the masked heroes (2) were posing for the iconography, Rorschach still didn't know why he had accepted: he hated photos and saw them as useless publicity stuff, maybe the fact the journalist didn't charge the boy with anything and still saw him as a hero made him accept more easily than usual. But now it was becoming annoying, the iconographer didn't seem satisfied with their position on the icono, and the heroes were getting fed up with the "a little more on the left", "a little more on the right", "get near the young lady "...
While Otto had a problem with his iconograph, Grew Wolf turned towards Rorschach:
"Rorschach ? I am sorry."
"For what ?"
"For what ? I've almost bitten you !"
"Hurm. Forget it."
"Forget it ? I couldn't control myself because of the blood ! I could have kill you or the others !"
"But you didn't, and don't speak that loudly the press is still here. What he's that little guy he's talking with ? A gnome ?" he asked pointing at Otto
"No. That's just an imp," answered Fredson
"And what is he doing into the camera ?"
"He paints the picture the iconographer takes, he must have ran out of colors," answered Fredson, wondering why the hell he had called the iconographer a camera
"You've never seen an iconograph or what ?" asked the Phantasm
"Shh !" said Grey Wolf. "I think he's ready now. So let's all smile so that we can get it over quickly," he added impatiently
"Smile everyone ! That's a smile, corporal ? You with the weird masks, are you smiling ?"
"I'm grinning. Can't you see it ?" said Fredson, sounding exasperated
"Just take the photo !" ordered Rorschach
The iconographer wondered briefly why he was saying "photo" instead of "icono", then he raised the cage with salamanders and took the icono, producing a blinding flash.
When the little shiny stains in their eyes disappeared, they saw a pile of dust instead of Otto Chriek.
"Where's the iconographer ?" asked Rorschach
"Here," answered Fredson pointing at the pile of ashes as it was obvious.
A pile of ashes... Rorschach remembered legends of his world, especially a well-known book he had to read in literature-class; Well, the vampire was in the logical continuity of the werewolf after all, there were just Frankenstein and the Mummy who were missing now.
"He's a vampire ?"
"'Course he is ! What could he be elseway ?" exclaimed the Phantasm
"Where I come from they're just legend. The same for wizards and everything in this weird world."
"And where do you come from ?" asked Fredson
"Far away, very far away."
"More precisely ?"
"Another world."
"Another world ? You're kidding ? Forget it, stupid question. I knew you were a stranger but I just thought you were from Uberwald with a name like "Rorschach". There're other differences between your world and the Disc ?"
"First, it's round."
"What ! You live on a ball ? That's impossible, people would fall off, everything would fall off !"
"Nothing fall, Fredson," sighed the alien
"Why don't you fall off then ?"
He didn't know how to answer that, he wasn't good at sciences, but at literature, mathematics and religion. So he decided to give him an honest answer.
"I don't know."
"You'll tell us more about your world ?"
"Maybe."
The journalist took a bottle full of some dark red liquid.
"How fortunate, good that Mr De Words told us to always have one with us."
"What's use for ?"
"Reanimate him of course. Don't worry, he's a Black Ribboner."
"A what ?"
"It means abstinent vampires," answered the Phantasm while the journalist was shedding the liquid on the pile of ashes that changed back into Otto Chriek.
"Abstinent ?"
"It means they don't drink our blood anymore. Where's Grey Wolf ?"
"He's ran away just after the vampire turns back to ashes," answered Fredson before leaving with the Phantasm.
Rorschach left, followed by Rincewind, Albert Morpork ran after them:
"You're leaving already ?"
Rorschach looked behind him, he didn't say a word, he didn't even grunt, but the journalist understood quickly that he should consider himself lucky: he got an interview and an iconography and he shouldn't insist if he wanted to keep the use of his fingers, which happened to be his most important tools.
"Well, thank you very much for giving us some minutes of your precious time," he said whereas the heroes were too far away to hear what he said. "Let's go Otto."
But the reporter was happy: he had an iconography of the group and even an interview, rather short yes but it was the first interview ever made of the heroes, and on top of it he had a scoop: Rorschach came from another world, a round one !
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Grey Wolf ran towards the alleyway where he hid his spare costume, he noticed with relief that his civil clothes where here too, he put them on and ran towards his home, wondering what lie he could tell to justify his absence. When he opened the door, a little red-haired tornado hugged him and almost make him suffocate when she put her little yet strong arms around his neck.
"Gavin !"
"Elsa ! You're already awake ?"
"Elsa, let go of your brother. Gavin, can you tell me why you weren't in your bed this morning ?"
Time to show some creativity.
"I remembered I had forgotten something at Sam's last time, so I went to get it back."
"And what did you forget ?"
"Nothing important."
"If it isn't important, then why going to recuperate it at night ?"
"Not worth insisting on it dear, at this age they like to keep their little secret, that's normal."
Thanks Dad ! Carrot had just appeared in uniform, ready to go.
"Very well, then I'll ask the commissioner what not important thing our son forgot at his home to sneak out in the middle of the night without saying anything."
Don't panic, tell something, now !
"In fact, I've realized along the way that I didn't forget it at Sam's but at an other friend's."
"Who is...?"
His mother was staring at him more insistently now.
"You don't know him."
"Good. Have a good night Carrot."
Had his mother just given up on a questioning ? That would be the very first time !
She hugged her daughter before leaving.
"Good bye Elsa, be nice with your brother and I'll told you a story about a wolf who delivers a young princess from an ogre tonight."
Angua, before closing the door, looked one last time at his son, smiling.
So she knew everything. It was too good to be true.
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Fredson walked back home, stopping first at the place where he hid his civil-clothes. He was about to take off his mask when he heard "bark" behind, it didn't sounded like a bark, someone had said "bark", he looked back and saw no one, just the little ill-looking dog from earlier, he must have dreamed.
"Why are you still here ? You've been following me from the Ogre's house, I bet you're even on the iconography !"
Gaspode decided to try the puppy eyes-thing on Fredson, though he had noticed that many humans said something like "Oooooh ! What a cutey !" when other dogs did it, but when he tried, they were at best disgusted, at worst, they kicked him. Maybe he would be more lucky with this mad young biped.
"Wow ! What's up with your eyes ? You're gonna die right now or what ? Can't let that happen, even if you're really ugly. Wanna come at my place ? I've never had a pet and my landlady has nothing against it."
Fredson, who had taken off his mask and put a civil costume was heading back home, the little greyish dog following him.
"How will I call you ?"
He somehow heard "Gaspode", but since there were no one he must have thought it.
"Gaspode will do. You're hungry Gaspode ?"
Gaspode followed with enthusiasm his new roommate, yes, it wasn't a master but a roommate: a rather practical roommate since he provided the food and paid the rent.
Thus Gaspode the Wonder Dog became the only being in Ankh-Morpork to know Fredson's secret identity.
(1) If the Rorschach classical dictionary existed you would find at the entry "journalist" something like "little scum that make heroes look like criminals, giving them a bad name. Treat journalists like criminals ? An idea to consider."
(2) With Rincewind, Nobby and the little girl
In this chapter I tried my best to write Otto's uberwaldian accent, I don't know how it really sounds like in English since I've only read the French translation of The Truth, so can you tell me please if it sounds like him or not ? Thank you.
And by "specist" I meant the Discworld's equivalent for "racism", in the French translation the translator Patrick Couton used the word "spécisme" instead of "racisme" for that, if someone knows what is the exact word for that notion in the books it would be very nice to tell me.
The journalist Albert Morpork is a reference to the reporter we see in Watchmen, he's in both the comics and the movie, the one from the Nova Express who interviews Manhattan about cancer, that's why I made him a red-head, and to the French journalist Albert Londres, the only reference is the last name since Albert Londres was a committed reporter who wasn't interested in sensationalism, Londres' last name is indeed a city name (London), so I decided to name the journalist "Morpork".