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  THE DARK TOWER VI: SONG OF SUSANNAH

  STEPHEN KING

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  THE DARK TOWER VI: SONG OF SUSANNAH

  Copyright © 2004 by Stephen King

  http://www.stephenking.com

  Illustrations © 2004 by Darrel Anderson

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  Book design by Darrel Anderson and Robert K. Wiener

  All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Excerpt from Peace Like a River by Leif Enger used by permission.

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2004103870

  ISBN 0-7432-6637-4

  eISBN: 978-0-743-26637-6

  FIRST TRADE EDITION

  Distributed by Simon & Schuster, Inc.

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  Dedication

  For Tabby, who knew when it was done

  “Go, then. There are other worlds than these.”

  John “Jake” Chambers

  “I am a maid of constant sorrow

  I’ve seen trouble all my days

  All through the world I’m bound to ramble

  I have no friends to show my way …”

  Traditional

  “Fair is whatever God wants to do.”

  Leif Enger Peace Like a River

  CONTENTS

  1st Stanza: Beamquake

  2nd Stanza: The Persistence of Magic

  3rd Stanza: Trudy and Mia

  4th Stanza: Susannah’s Dogan

  5th Stanza: The Turtle

  6th Stanza: The Castle Allure

  7th Stanza: The Ambush

  8th Stanza: A Game of Toss

  9th Stanza: Eddie Bites His Tongue

  10th Stanza: Susannah-Mio, Divided Girl of Mine

  11th Stanza: The Writer

  12th Stanza: Jake and Callahan

  13th Stanza: “Hile, Mia, Hile, Mother”

  Coda: Pages from a Writer’s Journal

  Wordslinger’s Note

  ILLUSTRATIONS

  … BURSTS OF GREEN LIGHTNING

  HE SAW THE DOORS, AT LEAST A THOUSAND OF THEM.

  HUGE ROCK FORMATIONS SAWED AT THE SKY.

  “DOWN!” ROLAND BELLOWED.

  … SIGNED HIS NAME IN A QUICK SCRAWL

  SUSANNAH CLOSES HER EYES….

  INTO A FOREST OF WATCHING FACES

  … KA COMES TO ME.

  TWO HAMMARSKJÖLD PLAZA

  EMERGING FROM THE SHIRT’S COLLAR WAS THE HEAD OF A BIRD.

  REPRODUCTION

  19

  THE DARK TOWER VI: SONG OF SUSANNAH

  1ST STANZA

  BEAMQUAKE

  ONE

  “How long will the magic stay?”

  At first no one answered Roland’s question, and so he asked it again, this time looking across the living room of the rectory to where Henchick of the Manni sat with Cantab, who had married one of Henchick’s numerous granddaughters. The two men were holding hands, as was the Manni way. The older man had lost a granddaughter that day, but if he grieved, the emotion did not show on his stony, composed face.

  Next to Roland, holding no one’s hand, silent and dreadfully white, sat Eddie Dean. Beside him, cross-legged on the floor, was Jake Chambers. He had pulled Oy into his lap, a thing Roland had never seen before and would not have believed the billy-bumbler would allow. Both Eddie and Jake were splattered with blood. That on Jake’s shirt belonged to his friend Benny Slightman. That on Eddie’s belonged to Margaret Eisenhart, once Margaret of Redpath, the lost granddaughter of the old patriarch. Both Eddie and Jake looked as tired as Roland felt, but he was quite sure there would be no rest for them this night. Distant, from town, came the sounds of fireworks and singing and celebration.

  There was no celebration here. Benny and Margaret were dead, and Susannah was gone.

  “Henchick, tell me, I beg: how long will the magic stay?”

  The old man stroked his beard in a distracted fashion. “Gunslinger—Roland—I can’t say. The magic of the door in that cave is beyond me. As thee must know.”

  “Tell me what you think. Based on what you do know.”

  Eddie raised his hands. They were dirty, there was blood under the nails, and they trembled. “Tell, Henchick,” he said, speaking in a voice, humble and lost, that Roland had never heard before. “Tell, I beg.”

  Rosalita, Pere Callahan’s woman of all work, came in with a tray. There were cups on it, and a carafe of steaming coffee. She, at least, had found time to change out of her bloody, dusty jeans and shirt and into a housedress, but her eyes were still shocked. They peered from her face like small animals from their burrows. She poured the coffee and passed the cups without speaking. Nor had she gotten all the blood, Roland saw as he took one of the cups. There was a streak of it on the back of her right hand. Margaret’s or Benny’s? He didn’t know. Or much care. The Wolves had been defeated. They might or might not come again to Calla Bryn Sturgis. That was ka’s business. Theirs was Susannah Dean, who had disappeared in the aftermath, taking Black Thirteen with her.

  H
enchick said: “Ye ask of kaven?”

  “Aye, father,” Roland agreed. “The persistence of magic.”

  Father Callahan took a cup of coffee with a nod and a distracted smile, but no word of thanks. He had spoken little since they’d come back from the cave. In his lap was a book called ’Salem’s Lot, by a man of whom he had never heard. It purported to be a work of fiction, but he, Donald Callahan, was in it. He had lived in the town of which it told, had taken part in the events it recounted. He had looked on the back and on the rear flap for the author’s photograph, queerly certain that he would see a version of his own face looking back at him (the way he’d looked in 1975, when these events had taken place, most likely), but there had been no picture, just a note about the book’s writer that told very little. He lived in the state of Maine. He was married. He’d written one previous book, quite well reviewed, if you believed the quotations on the back.

  “The greater the magic, the longer it persists,” Cantab said, and then looked at Henchick questioningly.

  “Aye,” Henchick said. “Magic and glammer, both are one, and they do unroll from the back.” He paused. “From the past, do’ee ken.”

  “This door opened on many places and many times in the world my friends came from,” Roland said. “I would open it again, but just on the last two. The most recent two. Can that be done?”

  They waited as Henchick and Cantab considered. The Manni were great travelers. If anyone knew, if anyone could do what Roland wanted—what they all wanted—it would be these folk.

  Cantab leaned deferentially toward the old man, the dinh of Calla Redpath. He whispered. Henchick listened, his face expressionless, then turned Cantab’s head with one gnarled old hand and whispered back.

  Eddie shifted, and Roland felt him getting ready to break loose, perhaps to begin shouting. He put a restraining hand on Eddie’s shoulder, and Eddie subsided. For the time being, at least.

  The whispered consultation went on for perhaps five minutes while the others waited. The sounds of celebration in the distance were difficult for Roland to take; God knew how they must make Eddie feel.

  At last Henchick patted Cantab’s cheek with his hand and turned to Roland.

  “We think this may be done,” he said.

  “Thank God,” Eddie muttered. Then, louder: “Thank God! Let’s go up there. We can meet you on the East Road—”

  Both of the bearded men were shaking their heads, Henchick with a kind of stern sorrow, Cantab with a look that was almost horror.

  “We’ll not go up to the Cave of the Voices in the dark,” Henchick said.

  “We have to!” Eddie burst out. “You don’t understand! It’s not just a question of how long the magic will or won’t last, it’s a question of time on the other side! It goes faster over there, and once it’s gone, it’s gone! Christ, Susannah could be having that baby right now, and if it’s some kind of cannibal—”

  “Listen to me, young fellow,” Henchick said, “and hear me very well, I beg. The day is nigh gone.”

  This was true. Never in Roland’s experience had a day run so quickly through his fingers. There had been the battle with the Wolves early, not long after dawn, then celebration there on the road for the victory and sorrow for their losses (which had been amazingly small, as things had fallen). Then had come the realization that Susannah was gone, the trek to the cave, their discoveries there. By the time they’d gotten back to the East Road battlefield, it had been past noon. Most of the townsfolk had left, bearing their saved children home in triumph. Henchick had agreed willingly enough to this palaver, but by the time they’d gotten back to the rectory, the sun had been on the wrong side of the sky.

  We’re going to get a night’s rest, after all, Roland thought, and didn’t know whether to be glad or disappointed. He could use sleep; that much he did know.

  “I listen and hear,” Eddie said, but Roland’s hand was still on his shoulder, and he could feel the younger man trembling.

  “Even were we willing to go, we couldn’t persuade enough of the others to come wi’ us,” Henchick said.

  “You’re their dinh—”

  “Aye, so you call it, and so I suppose I am, although it isn’t our word, ye ken. In most things they’d follow me, and they know the debt they owe your ka-tet out of this day’s work and would say thank ya any way they could. But they wouldn’t go up that path and into that haunted place after dark.” Henchick was shaking his head slowly and with great certainty. “No—that they will not do.

  “Listen, young man. Cantab and I can be back at Redpath Kra-ten well before full dark. There we’ll call our men-folk to the Tempa, which is to us as the Meeting Hall is to the forgetful folk.” He glanced briefly at Callahan. “Say pardon, Pere, if the term offends ye.”

  Callahan nodded absently without looking up from the book, which he was turning over and over in his hands. It had been covered in protective plastic, as valuable first editions often are. The price lightly penciled on the flyleaf was $950. Some young man’s second novel. He wondered what made it so valuable. If they ran into the book’s owner, a man named Calvin Tower, he would surely ask. And that would only be the start of his questioning.

  “We’ll explain what it is ye want, and ask for volunteers. Of the sixty-eight men of Redpath Kra-ten, I believe all but four or five will agree to help—to blend their forces together. It will make powerful khef. Is that what ye call it? Khef? The sharing?”

  “Yes,” Roland said. “The sharing of water, we say.”

  “You couldn’t fit anywhere that number of men in the mouth of that cave,” Jake said. “Not even if half of them sat on the other half’s shoulders.”

  “No need,” Henchick said. “We’ll put the most powerful inside—what we call the senders. The others can line up along the path, linked hand to hand and bob to bob. They’ll be there before the sun goes rooftop tomorrow. I set my watch and warrant on it.”

  “We’ll need tonight to gather our mags and bobs, anyway,” Cantab said. He was looking at Eddie apologetically, and with some fear. The young man was in terrible pain, that was clear. And he was a gunslinger. A gunslinger might strike out, and when one did, it was never blindly.

  “It could be too late,” Eddie said, low. He looked at Roland with his hazel eyes. They were now bloodshot and dark with exhaustion. “Tomorrow could be too late even if the magic hasn’t gone away.”

  Roland opened his mouth and Eddie raised a finger.

  “Don’t say ka, Roland. If you say ka one more time, I swear my head’ll explode.”

  Roland closed his mouth.

  Eddie turned back to the two bearded men in their dark, Quakerish cloaks. “And you can’t be sure the magic will stay, can you? What could be opened tonight could be closed against us forever tomorrow. Not all the magnets and plumb-bobs in Manni creation could open it.”

  “Aye,” Henchick said. “But your woman took the magic ball with her, and whatever’ee may think, Mid-World and the Borderlands are well shed of it.”

  “I’d sell my soul to have it back, and in my hands,” Eddie said clearly.

  They all looked shocked at this, even Jake, and Roland felt a deep urge to tell Eddie he must take that back, must unsay it. There were powerful forces working against their quest for the Tower, dark ones, and Black Thirteen was their clearest sigul. What could be used could also be misused, and the bends o’ the rainbow had their own malevolent glammer, Thirteen most of all. Was the sum of all, perhaps. Even if they had possessed it, Roland would have fought to keep it out of Eddie Dean’s hands. In his current state of sorrowing distraction, the ball would either destroy him or make him its slave in minutes.

  “A stone might drink if it had a mouth,” Rosa said dryly, startling them all. “Eddie, questions of magic aside, think of the path that goes up there. Then think of five dozen men, many of them nigh as old as Henchick, one or two blind as bats, trying to climb it after dark.”

  “The boulder,” Jake said. “Remember the bould
er you have to kind of slide by, with your feet sticking out over the drop?”

  Eddie nodded reluctantly. Roland could see him trying to accept what he couldn’t change. Groping for sanity.

  “Susannah Dean is also a gunslinger,” Roland said. “Mayhap she can take care of herself a little while.”

  “I don’t think Susannah’s in charge anymore,” Eddie replied, “and neither do you. It’s Mia’s baby, after all, and it’ll be Mia at the controls until the baby—the chap—comes.”

  Roland had an intuition then, and like so many he’d had over the years, it turned out to be true. “She may have been in charge when they left, but she may not be able to stay in charge.”

  Callahan spoke at last, looking up from the book which had so stunned him. “Why not?”

  “Because it’s not her world,” Roland said. “It’s Susannah’s. If they can’t find a way to work together, they may die together.”

  TWO

  Henchick and Cantab went back to Manni Redpath, first to tell the gathered (and entirely male) elders about the day’s work, and then to tell them what payment was required. Roland went with Rosa to her cottage. It stood up the hill from a formerly neat privy which was now mostly in ruins. Within this privy, standing useless sentinel, was what remained of Andy the Messenger Robot (many other functions). Rosalita undressed Roland slowly and completely. When he was mother-naked, she stretched beside him on her bed and rubbed him with special oils: cat-oil for his aches, a creamier, faintly perfumed blend for his most sensitive parts. They made love. They came together (the sort of physical accident fools take for fate), listening to the crackle of firecrackers from the Calla’s high street and the boisterous shouts of the folken, most of them now well past tipsy, from the sound.

  “Sleep,” she said. “Tomorrow I see you no more. Not me, not Eisenhart or Overholser, not anyone in the Calla.”

  “Do you have the sight, then?” Roland asked. He sounded relaxed, even amused, but even when he had been deep in her heat and thrusting, the gnaw of Susannah had never left his mind: one of his ka-tet, and lost. Even if there had been no more than that, it would have been enough to keep him from true rest or ease.

  “No,” said she, “but I have feelings from time to time, like any other woman, especially about when her man is getting ready to move on.”

  “Is that what I am to you? Your man?”

  Her gaze was both shy and steady. “For the little time ye’ve been here, aye, I like to think so. Do’ee call me wrong, Roland?”

 
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