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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.

"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.

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

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

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

"Aye-Richard Stockworth that was."

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

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.

"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?"

"Oh, and something else happened before."

"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?"

"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."

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

"Aye-Richard Stockworth that was."

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

"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.

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

"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."

"Aye-Richard Stockworth that was."

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

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

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

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

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

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