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“Your lady-mother quit her retirement with us shortly after we turned this Broadcloak fellow around. She said she had a duty to perform, and much to atone for. She said her son would come here. I asked her how she knew and she said, ‘Because ka is a wheel and it always turns.’ She left this for you.”
Everly
Everly
“You trust me with your things?” I asked.
She laughed, came around the desk, and kissed me again. “Gunslinger, I’d trust you with my life,” said she, and left. She was so tall she had to duck her head when she went through the door.
* * *
I sat looking at Gabrielle Deschain’s last missive for a long time. My heart was full of hate and love and regret—all those things that have haunted me ever since. I considered burning it, unread, but at last I tore the envelope open. Inside was a single sheet of paper. The lines were uneven, and the pigeon-ink in which they had been written was blotted in many places. I believe the woman who wrote those lines was struggling to hold onto a few last shreds of sanity. I’m not sure many would have understood her words, but I did. I’m sure my father would have, as well, but I never showed it to him or told him of it.
The feast I ate was rotten
what I thought was a palace was a dungeon
how it burns Roland
I thought of Wegg, dying of snakebite.
If I go back and tell what I know
what I overheard
Gilead may yet be saved a few years
you may be saved a few years
your father little that he ever cared for me
The words “little that he ever cared for me” had been crossed out with a series of heavy lines, but I could read them anyway.
he says I dare not
he says “Bide at Serenity until death finds you.”
he says “If you go back death will find you early.”
he says “Your death will destroy the only one in the world
for whom you care.”
he says “Would you die at your brat’s hand and see
every goodness
every kindness
every loving thought
poured out of him like water from a dipper?
for Gilead that cared for you little
and will die anyway?”
But I must go back. I have prayed on it
and meditated on it
and the voice I hear always speaks the same words:
THIS IS WHAT KA DEMANDS
There was a little more, words I traced over and over during my wandering years after the disastrous battle at Jericho Hill and the fall of Gilead. I traced them until the paper fell apart and I let the wind take it—the wind that blows through time’s keyhole, ye ken. In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn’t it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.
I stayed in Everly
STORM’S OVER
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“That night,” Roland said, “there were lights and music and dancing; many good things to eat and plenty of liquor to wash it down with.”
“Booze,” Eddie said, and heaved a seriocomic sigh. “I remember it well.”
It was the first thing any of them had said in a very long time, and it broke the spell that had held them through that long and windy night. They stirred like people awaking from a deep dream. All except Oy, who still lay on his back in front of the fireplace with his short paws splayed and the tip of his tongue lolling comically from the side of his mouth.
Roland nodded. “There were women, too, and that night Silent Jamie left his virginity behind him. The next morning we reboarded Sma’ Toot, and made our way back to Gilead. And so it happened, once upon a bye.”
“Long before my grandfather’s grandfather was born,” Jake said in a low voice.
“Of that I can’t say,” Roland said with a slight smile, and then took a long drink of water. His throat was very dry.
For a moment there was silence among them. Then Eddie said, “Thank you, Roland. That was boss.”
The gunslinger raised an eyebrow.
“He means it was wonderful,” Jake said. “It was, too.”
“I see light around the boards we put over the windows,” Susa
“I don’t know who that is.”
She took his hand and gave it a brief hard squeeze. “Ne’mine, sugar.”
“Wind’s dropped, but it’s still blowing pretty hard,” Jake observed.
“We’ll build up the fire, then sleep,” the gunslinger said. “This afternoon it should be warm enough for us to go out and gather more wood. And tomorrowday . . .”
“Back on the road,” Eddie finished.
“As you say, Eddie.”
Roland put the last of their fuel on the guttering fire, watched as it sprang up again, then lay down and closed his eyes. Seconds later, he was asleep.
Eddie gathered Susa