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"Never mind the wood for now," he said, "or all that came before. We'll talk of that later, mayhap, but not just yet. What happened as you were leaving? What did she say to you about your hair?"

Roland turned to Susan. "After the first time we were together an-tet, you went to the stream in the grove."

"What did Rhea whisper in your ear?"

A frown, faint as a shadow on an overcast day, creased her brow. "I can't see. It's pink."

"Whispered in my ear. And she had a Jesus-man."

"Long days and pleasant nights, sai," Alain said.

"Oh, and something else happened before."

"Aye-Richard Stockworth that was."

"Susan? It's Alain Johns. Do you know me?"

"I don't know. That part is pink."

So the three of them rode toward their end of the Great Road, while summer lay all about them, breathless as a gasp. Roland looked up and saw something that made him forget all about the Wizard's Rainbow. It was his mother, leaning out of her apartment's bedroom window: the oval of her face surrounded by the timeless gray stone of the castle's west wing. There were tears coursing down her cheeks, but she smiled and lifted one hand in a wide wave. Of the three of them, only Roland saw her.

"Susan? It's Alain Johns. Do you know me?"

"I don't know. That part is pink."

"Aye-Richard Stockworth that was."

A frown, faint as a shadow on an overcast day, creased her brow. "I can't see. It's pink."

"Roland Get us out of this deadhouse before I shiver the skin right off my bones"

"Oh, and something else happened before."

"What did Rhea whisper in your ear?"

"I don't expect you boys to see Maerlyn's glass . . . but I didn't expect to be seeing you off at fourteen with revolvers tucked in your bed-rolls, either. Ka's at work here, and where ka works, anything is possible."

"Never mind the wood for now," he said, "or all that came before. We'll talk of that later, mayhap, but not just yet. What happened as you were leaving? What did she say to you about your hair?"

Steven nodded. "Thankee-sai-I love you, too. My blessings, boys." He said this last in a loud voice, and the other two men-Robert Allgood and Christopher Johns, who had been known in the days of his savage youth as Burning Chris-added their own blessings.

"I fetched her wood," said she, and said no more.

A frown, faint as a shadow on an overcast day, creased her brow. "I can't see. It's pink."

"Long days and pleasant nights, sai," Alain said.

Steven nodded. "Thankee-sai-I love you, too. My blessings, boys." He said this last in a loud voice, and the other two men-Robert Allgood and Christopher Johns, who had been known in the days of his savage youth as Burning Chris-added their own blessings.

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