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 up。 〃I have not forgotten my father's face; it has been with me through all。〃
Roland glanced sharply at the crowd and was disturbed by what he saw there  a sense of sympathy? Perhaps admiration? He would ask his father。 When traitors are called heroes (or heroes traitors; he supposed in his frowning way); dark times must have fallen。 He wished he understood better。 His mind flashed to Cort and the bread Cort had given them。 He felt contempt; the day was ing when Cort would serve him。 Perhaps not Cuthbert; perhaps Cuthbert would buckle under Cort's steady fire and remain a page or a horseboy (or infinitely worse; a perfumed diplomat; dallying in receiving chambers or looking into bogus crystal balls with doddering kings and princes); but he would not。 He knew it。
〃Roland?〃
〃I'm here。〃 He took Cuthbert's hand; and their fingers locked together like iron。
The trap dropped。 Hax plummeted through。 And in the sudden stillness; there was a sound: that sound an exploding pineknot makes on the hearth during a cold winter night。
But it was not so much。 The cook's legs kicked out once in a wide Y; the crowd made a satisfied whistling noise; the Guards of the Watch dropped their military pose and began to gather things up negligently。 The gunslinger walked back down the steps slowly; mounted his horse; and rode off; cutting roughly through one gaggle of picnickers; making them scurry。
The crowd dispersed rapidly after that; and in forty minutes the two boys were left alone on the small hill they had chosen。 The birds were returning to examine their new prize。 One lit on Hax's shoulder and sat there chummily; darting its beak at the bright and shiny hoop Hax had always worn in his right ear。
〃It doesn't look like him at all;〃 Cuthbert said。
〃Oh; yes; it does;〃 Roland said confidently as they walked toward the gallows; the bread in their hands。 Cuthbert looked abashed。
They paused beneath the crosstree; looking up at the dangling; twisting body。 Cuthbert reached up and touched one hairy ankle; defiantly。 The body started on a new; twisting arc。
Then; rapidly; they broke the bread and spread the crumbs beneath the dangling feet。 Roland looked back just once as they rode away。 Now there were thousands of birds。 The bread  he grasped this only dimly  was symbolic; then。
〃It was good;〃 Cuthbert said suddenly。 〃It 。 。 。 I 。 。 。 I liked it。 I did。〃
Roland was not shocked by this; although he had not particularly cared for the scene。 But he thought he could perhaps understand it。
〃I don't know about that;〃 he said; 〃but it was something。 It surely was。〃
The land did not fall to the good man for another ten years; and by that time he was a gunslinger; his father was dead; he himself had bee a matricide  and the world had moved on。
 
III
 
〃Look; 〃 Jake said; pointing upward。
The gunslinger looked up and felt an obscure joint in his back pop。 They had been in the foothills two days now; and although the waterskins were almost empty again; it didn't matter now。 There would soon be all the water they could drink。
He followed the vector of Jake's finger upward; past the rise of the green plain to the naked and flashing cliffs and gorges above it 。 。 。 and on up toward the snowcap itself。
Faint and far; nothing but a tiny dot (it might have been one of those motes that dance perpetually in front of the eyes; except for its constancy); the gunslinger beheld the man in black; moving up the slopes with deadly progress; a minuscule fly on a huge granite wall。
〃Is that him?〃 Jake asked。
The gunslinger looked at the depersonalized mote doing its faraway acrobatics; feeling nothing but a premonition of sorrow。
〃That's him; Jake。〃
〃Do you think we'll catch him?〃
〃Not on this side。 On the other。 And not if we stand here talking about it。〃
〃They're so high;〃 Jake said。 〃What's on the other side?〃
〃I don't know;〃 the gunslinger said。 〃I don't think anybody does。 Maybe they did once。 e on; boy。〃
They began to move upward again; sending small runnels of pebbles and sand down toward the desert that washed away behind them in a flat bake…sheet that seemed to never end。 Above them; far above; the man in black moved up and up and up。 It was impossible to see if he looked back。 He seemed to leap across impossible gulfs; to scale sheer faces。 Once or twice he disappeared; but always they saw him again; until the violet curtain of dusk shut him out of their view。 When they made their camp for the evening; the boy spoke little; and the gunslinger wondered if the boy knew what he had already intuited。 He thought of Cuthbert's face; hot; dismayed; excited。 He thought of the crumbs。 He thought of the birds。 It ends this way; he thought。 Again and again it ends this way。 There are quests and roads that lead ever onward; and all of them end in the same place  upon the killing ground。
Except; perhaps; the road to the Tower。
The boy; the sacrifice; his face innocent and very young in the light of their tiny fire; had fallen asleep over his beans。 The gunslinger covered him with the horse blanket and then curled up to sleep himself。
 
THE ORACLE AND THE MOUNTAINS
I
The boy found the oracle and it almost destroyed him。
Some thin instinct brought the gunslinger up from sleep to the velvet darkness; which had fallen on them at dusk like a shroud of well water。 That had been when he and Jake reached the grassy; nearly level oasis above the first rise of tumbled foothills。 Even on the hardscrabble below; where they had toiled and fought for every foot in the killer sun; they had been able to hear the sound of crickets rubbing their legs seductively together in the perpetual green of willow groves above them。 The gunslinger remained calm in his mind; and the boy had kept up at least the pretense of a facade; and that had made the gunslinger proud。 But Jake hadn't been able to hide the wildness in his eyes; which were white and starey; the eyes of a horse scenting water and held back from bolting only by the tenuous chain of its master's mind; like a horse at the point where only understanding; not the spur; could hold it steady。 The gunslinger could gauge the need in Jake by the madness the sounds of the crickets bred in him。
The sun trampled down on them all the way; even when it turned a swollen; feverish red with sunset; it shone perversely through the knife…cut in the hills off to their left; blinding them and making every teardrop of sweat into a prism of pain。
Then there was grass: at first only yellow scrub; clinging to the bleak soil where the last of the runoff reached with gruesome vitality。 Further up there was witchgrass; sparse; then green and rank。。。 then the first sweet smell of real grass; mixed with timothy and shaded by the first of the dwarfed firs。 There the gunslinger saw an arc of brown movements in the shadows。 He drew; fired; and felled the rabbit all before Jake could begin to cry out his surprise。 A moment later he had reholstered the gun。
〃Here;〃 the gunslinger said。 Up ahead the grass deepened into a jungle of green willows that was shocking after the parched sterility of the endless hardpan。 There would be a spring; perhaps several of them; and it would be even cooler; but it was better out here in the open。 The boy had pushed every step he could push; and there might be sucker…bats in the deeper shadows of the grove。 The bats might break the boy's sleep; no matter how deep it was; and if they were vampires; neither of them might awaken。。。 at least; not in this world。
The boy said; 〃I'll get some wood。〃
The gunslinger smiled。 〃No; you won't。 Sit yourself; Jake。〃 Whose phrase had that been? Some woman。
The boy sat When the gunslinger got back; Jake was asleep in the grass。 A large praying mantis was performing ablutions on the springy stem of Jake's cowlick。 The gunslinger set the fire and went after water。
The willow jungle was deeper than he had suspected; and confusing in the failing light。 But he found a spring; richly guarded by frogs and peepers。 He filled one of their waterskins。。。 and paused。 The sounds that filled the night awoke an uneasy sensuality in him; a feeling that not even Allie; the woman he had bedded with in Tull; had been able to bring to the fore。 Sensuality and fucking are; after all; cousins of the m

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