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"You don't need to see," Alain said. "Seeing's not what we want right now. Close your eyes so you can't do it at all."

"Oh, and something else happened before."

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

"Yes, but what happened later? What happened while you stood in the doorway?"

"Aye." That same dreaming voice. "So I did."

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

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

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

"You don't need to see," Alain said. "Seeing's not what we want right now. Close your eyes so you can't do it at all."

Slowly, slowly, Steven took off his hat, stepped back, and swept them a bow. "Go in peace, boys. And return in health."

"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."

A long pause. Roland was about to turn to Alain when she said, "Rhea." Another pause. "She wanted to fiddle me up."

"Cry your pardon," Roland said. An uneasy peace had descended between him and his father, and he would not rupture it. Still, he was wild to be off. Pusher jigged beneath him, as if seconding that.

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

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.

"Aye." That same dreaming voice. "So I did."

Roland put his mouth close by Alain's ear. "Be ready to help me."

"You don't need to see," Alain said. "Seeing's not what we want right now. Close your eyes so you can't do it at all."

"Do you know who told you to cut it?"

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

"What did Rhea whisper in your ear?"

"Aye-Richard Stockworth that was."

Roland put his mouth close by Alain's ear. "Be ready to help me."

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

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

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