Francois Boucher Brown Odalisk

There was a glint of metal, on the roof of the Tower 'Sergeant, who's on the Tower?' he said.
'Cuddy, sir.'
'Oh. Right.' He coughed. 'Anyway, captain . . . we all clubbed together and—' He paused. 'Acting-Constable Cuddy, right?'
'Yeah. He's reliable.'
The Claws scrabbled on the dirt.
'He drew his sword!'
'What did you expect? One minute the lad is on top of the world, he's got a whole new interest in his life, something probably even better than goin' for walks, and then he turns round and what he sees is, basically, a wolf. You could of hinted. It's that time of the month, that sort of thing. You can't blame him for being surprised, really.'
Gaspode got to his feet. 'Now, are you going to come on out or have I got to come in there and be brutally savaged?'Patrician's carriage was halfway towards Sator Square now. Carrot could see the thin dark figure in the back seat.He glanced up at the great grey bulk of the tower.He started to run.'What's up?' said Colon. Vimes started to run, too.Detritus' knuckles hit the ground as he swung after the others.And then it hit Colon – a sort of frantic tingle, as though someone had blown on his naked brain.'Oh, shit,' he said, under his breath.