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"Aye-Richard Stockworth that was."

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

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.

"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.

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

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

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

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

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

"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?"

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

"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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

"What did Rhea whisper in your ear?"

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

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

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

Roland looked at Cuthbert, who shrugged. Alain spread his hands. Roland thought of asking the latter boy to step forward, and judged it still wasn't quite time.

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

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