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  Wait! Jake yelled, and run across the basketball court toward the disappearing boy. One of his feet struck a shattered robot that looked like a child’s toy tractor. He stumbled and fell to his knees, shredding his pants. He ignored the thin burn of pain. Wait! You have to tell me what all this is about! You have to tell me why these things are happening to me!

  Because of the Beam, the boy who was now only a pair of floating eyes replied, and because of the Tower. In the end, all things, even the Beams, serve the Dark Tower. Did you think you would be any different?

  Jake flailed and stumbled to his feet. Will I find him? Will I find the gunslinger?

  I don’t know, the boy answered. His voice now seemed to come from a million miles away. I only know you must try. About that you have no choice.

  The boy was gone. The basketball court in the woods was empty. The only sound was that faint rumble of machinery, and Jake didn’t like it. There was something wrong with that sound, and he thought that what was wrong with the machinery was affecting the rose, or vice-versa. It was all hooked together somehow.

  He picked up the old, scuffed-up basketball and shot. It went neatly through the hoop… and disappeared.

  A river, the strange boy’s voice sighed. It was like a puff of breeze. It came from nowhere and everywhere. The answer is a river.

  4

  JAKE WOKE IN THE first milky light of dawn, looking up at the ceiling of his room. He was thinking of the guy in The Manhattan Restaurant of the Mind-Aaron Deepneau, who’d been hanging around on Bleecker Street back when Bob Dylan only knew how to blow open G on his Hohner. Aaron Deepneau had given Jake a riddle.What can run but never walks, Has a mouth but never talks, Has a bed but never sleeps, Has a head but never weeps?Now he knew the answer. A river ran; a river had a mouth; a river had a bed; a river had a head. The boy had told him the answer. The boy in the dream.

  And suddenly he thought of something else Deepneau had said: That’s only half the answer. Samson’s riddle is a double, my friend.

  Jake glanced at his bedside clock and saw it was twenty past six. It was time to get moving if he wanted to be out of here before his parents woke up. There would be no school for him today; Jake thought that maybe, as far as he was concerned, school had been cancelled forever.

  He threw back the bedclothes, swung his feet out onto the floor, and saw that there were scrapes on both knees. Fresh scrapes. He had bruised his left side yesterday when he slipped on the bricks and fell, and he had banged his head when he fainted near the rose, but nothing had happened to his knees.

  “That happened in the dream,” Jake whispered, and found he wasn’t surprised at all. He began to dress swiftly.

  5

  IN THE BACK OF his closet, under a jumble of old laceless sneakers and a heap of Spiderman comic books, he found the packsack he had worn to grammar school. No one would be caught dead with a packsack at Piper-how too, too common, my death-and as Jake grabbed it, he felt a wave of powerful nostalgia for those old days when life had seemed so simple.

  He stuffed a clean shirt, a clean pair of jeans, some underwear and socks into it, then added Riddle-De-Dum! and Charlie the Choo-Choo. He had put the key on his desk before foraging in the closet for his old pack, and the voices came back at once, but they were distant and muted. Besides, he felt sure he could make them go away completely by holding the key again, and that eased his mind.

  Okay, he thought, looking into the pack. Even with the books added, there was plenty of room left. What else?

  For a moment he thought there was nothing else… and then he knew.

  6

  His FATHER’s STUDY SMELLED of cigarettes and ambition.

  It was dominated by a huge teakwood desk. Across the room, set into a wall otherwise lined with books, were three Mitsubishi television monitors. Each was tuned to one of the rival networks, and at night, when his father was in here, each played out its progression of prime-time images with the sound off.

  The curtains were drawn, and Jake had to turn on the desk lamp in order to see. He felt nervous just being in here, even wearing sneakers. If his father should wake up and come in (and it was possible; no matter how late he went to bed or how much he drank, Elmer Chambers was a light sleeper and an early riser), he would be angry. At the very least it would make a clean getaway much tougher. The sooner he was out of here, the better Jake would feel.

  The desk was locked, but his father had never made any secret of where he kept the key. Jake slid his fingers under the blotter and hooked it out. He opened the third drawer, reached past the hanging files, and touched cold metal.

  A board creaked in the hall and he froze. Several seconds passed. When the creak didn’t come again, Jake pulled out the weapon his father kept for “home defense”-a.44 Ruger automatic. His father had shown this weapon to Jake with great pride on the day he had bought it-two years ago, that had been. He had been totally deaf to his wife’s nervous demands that he put it away before someone got hurt.

  Jake found the button on the side that released the clip. It fell out into his hand with a metallic snak! sound that seemed very loud in the quiet apartment. He glanced nervously toward the door again, then turned his attention to the clip. It was fully loaded. He started to slide it back into the gun, and then took it out again. Keeping a loaded gun in a locked desk drawer was one thing; carrying one around New York City was quite another.

  He stuffed the automatic down to the bottom of his pack, then felt behind the hanging files again. This time he brought out a box of shells, about half-full. He remembered his father had done some target shooting at the police range on First Avenue before losing interest.

  The board creaked again. Jake wanted to get out of here.

  He removed one of the shirts he’d packed, laid it on his father’s desk, and rolled up the clip and the box of.44 slugs in it. Then he replaced it in the pack and used the buckles to snug down the flap. He was about to leave when his eye fixed on the little pile of stationery sitting beside his father’s In/Out tray. The reflectorized Ray-Ban sunglasses his father liked to wear were folded on top of the stationery. He took a sheet of paper, and, after a moment’s thought, the sunglasses as well. He slipped the shades into his breast pocket. Then he removed the slim gold pen from its stand, and wrote Dear Dad and Mom beneath the letterhead.

  He stopped, frowning at the salutation. What went below it? What, exactly, did he have to say? That he loved them? It was true, but it wasn’t enough-there were all sorts of other unpleasant truths stuck through that central one, like steel needles jabbed into a ball of yarn.

  That he would miss them? He didn’t know if that was true or not, which was sort of horrible. That he hoped they would miss him?

  He suddenly realized what the problem was. If he were planning to be gone just today, he would be able to write something. But he felt a near-certainty that it wasn’t just today, or this week, or this month, or this summer. He had an idea that when he walked out of the apartment this time, it would be for good.

  He almost crumpled the sheet of paper, then changed his mind. He wrote: Please take care of yourselves. Love, J. That was pretty limp, but at least it was something.

  Fine. Now will you stop pressing your luck and get out of here?

  He did.

  The apartment was almost dead still. He tiptoed across the living room, hearing only the sounds of his parents’ breathing: his mother’s soft little snores, his father’s more nasal respiration, where every indrawn breath ended in a slim high whistle. The refrigerator kicked on as he reached the entryway and he froze for a moment, his heart thumping hard in his chest. Then he was at the door. He unlocked it as quietly as he could, then stepped out and pulled it gently shut behind him.

  A stone seemed to roll off his heart as the latch snicked, and a strong sense of anticipation seized him. He didn’t know what lay ahead, and he had reason to believe it would be dangerous, but he was eleven years old-too young to deny the exotic delight which suddenly fil
led him. There was a highway ahead-a hidden highway leading deep into some unknown land. There were secrets which might disclose themselves to him if he was clever… and if he was lucky. He had left his home in the long light of dawn, and what lay ahead was some great adventure.

  If I stand, if I can be true, I’ll see the rose, he thought as he pushed the button for the elevator. I know it… and I’ll see him, too.

  This thought filled him with an eagerness so great it was almost ecstasy.

  Three minutes later he stepped out from beneath the awning which shaded the entrance to the building where he had lived all his life. He paused for a moment, then turned left. This decision did not feel random, and it wasn’t. He was moving southeast, along the path of the Beam, resuming his own interrupted quest for the Dark Tower.

  7

  TWO DAYS AFTER EDDIE had given Roland his unfinished key, the three travellers-hot, sweaty, tired, and out of sorts-pushed through a particularly tenacious tangle of bushes and second-growth trees and discovered what first appeared to be two faint paths, running in tandem beneath the interlacing branches of the old trees crowding close on either side. After a few moments of study, Eddie decided they weren’t just paths but the remains of a long-abandoned road. Bushes and stunted trees grew like untidy quills along what had been its crown. The grassy indentations were wheelruts, and either of them was wide enough to accommodate Susannah’s wheelchair.

  “Hallelujah!” he cried. “Let’s drink to it!”

  Roland nodded and unslung the waterskin he wore around his waist. He first handed it up to Susannah, who was riding in her sling on his back. Eddie’s key, now looped around Roland’s neck on a piece of rawhide, shifted beneath his shirt with each movement. She took a swallow and passed the skin to Eddie. He drank and then began to unfold her chair. Eddie had come to hate this bulky, balky contraption; it was like an iron anchor, always holding them back. Except for a broken spoke or two, it was still in fine condition. Eddie had days when he thought the goddam thing would outlast all of them. Now, however, it might be useful… for a while, at least.

  Eddie helped Susannah out of the harness and placed her in the chair. She put her hands against the small of her back, stretched, and grimaced with pleasure. Both Eddie and Roland heard the small crackle her spine made as it stretched.

  Up ahead, a large creature that looked like a badger crossed with a raccoon ambled out of the woods. It looked at them with its large, gold-rimmed eyes, twitched its sharp, whiskery snout as if to say Huh! Big deal!, then strolled the rest of the way across the road and disappeared again. Before it did, Eddie noted its tail-long and closely coiled, it looked like a fur-covered bedspring.

  “What was that, Roland?”

  “A billy-bumbler.”

  “No good to eat?”

  Roland shook his head. “Tough. Sour. I’d rather eat dog.”

  “Have you?” Susannah asked. “Eaten dog, I mean?”

  Roland nodded, but did not elaborate. Eddie found himself thinking of a line from an old Paul Newman movie: That’s right, lady-eaten em and lived like one.

  Birds sang cheerily in the trees. A light breeze blew along the road. Eddie and Susannah turned their faces up to it gratefully, then looked at each other and smiled. Eddie was struck again by his gratitude for her-it was scary to have someone to love, but it was also very fine.

  “Who made this road?” Eddie asked.

  “People who have been gone a long time,” Roland said.

  “The same ones who made the cups and dishes we found?” Susannah asked.

  “No-not them. This used to be a coach-road, I imagine, and if it’s still here, after all these years of neglect, it must have been a great one indeed… perhaps the Great Road. If we dug down, I imagine we’d find the gravel undersurface, and maybe the drainage system, as well. As long as we’re here, let’s have a bite to eat.”

  “Food!” Eddie cried. “Bring it on! Chicken Florentine! Polynesian shrimp! Veal lightly sauteed with mushrooms and-”

  Susannah elbowed him. “Quit it, white boy.”

  “I can’t help it if I’ve got a vivid imagination,” Eddie said cheerfully.

  Roland slipped his purse off his shoulder, hunkered down, and began to put together a small noon meal of dried meat wrapped in olive-colored leaves. Eddie and Susannah had discovered that these leaves tasted a little like spinach, only much stronger.

  Eddie wheeled Susannah over to him and Roland handed her three of what Eddie called “gunslinger burritos.” She began to eat.

  When Eddie turned back, Roland was holding out three of the wrapped pieces of meat to him-and something else, as well. It was the chunk of ash with the key growing out of it. Roland had taken it off the rawhide string, which now lay in an open loop around his neck.

  “Hey, you need that, don’t you?” Eddie asked.

  “When I take it off, the voices return, but they’re very distant,” Roland said. “I can deal with them. Actually, I hear them even when I’m wearing it-like the voices of men who are speaking low over the next hill. I think that’s because the key is yet unfinished. You haven’t worked on it since you gave it to me.”

  “Well… you were wearing it, and I didn’t want to…”

  Roland said nothing, but his faded blue eyes regarded Eddie with their patient teacher’s look.

  “All right,” Eddie said, “I’m afraid of fucking it up. Satisfied?”

  “According to your brother, you fucked everything up… isn’t that right?” Susannah asked.

  “Susannah Dean, Girl Psychologist. You missed your calling, sweetheart.”

  Susannah wasn’t offended by the sarcasm. She lifted the waterskin with her elbow, like a redneck tipping a jug, and drank deeply. “It’s true, though, isn’t it?”

  Eddie, who realized he hadn’t finished the slingshot, either-not yet, at least-shrugged.

  “You have to finish it,” Roland said mildly. “I think the time is coming when you’ll have to put it to use.”

  Eddie started to speak, then closed his mouth. It sounded easy when you said it right out like that, but neither of them really understood the bottom line. The bottom line was this: seventy per cent or eighty or even ninety-eight and a half just wouldn’t do. Not this time. And if he did screw up, he couldn’t just toss the thing over his shoulder and walk away. For one thing, he hadn’t seen another ash-tree since the day he had cut this particular piece of wood. But mostly the thing that was fucking him up was just this: it was all or nothing. If he messed up even a little, the key wouldn’t turn when they needed it to turn. And he was increasingly nervous about that little squiggle at the end. It looked simple, but if the curves weren’t exactly right…

  It won’t work the way it is now, though; that much you do know.

  He sighed, looking at the key. Yes, that much he did know. He would have to try to finish it. His fear of failure would make it even harder than it maybe had to be, but he would have to swallow the fear and try anyway. Maybe he could even bring it off. God knew he had brought off a lot in the weeks since Roland had entered his mind on a Delta jet bound into JFK Airport. That he was still alive and sane was an accomplishment in itself.

  Eddie handed the key back to Roland. “Wear it for now,” he said. “I’ll go back to work when we stop for the night.”

  “Promise?”

  “Yeah.”

  Roland nodded, took the key, and began to re-knot the rawhide string. He worked slowly, but Eddie did not fail to notice how dexterously die remaining fingers on his right hand moved. The man was nothing if not adaptable.

  “Something is going to happen, isn’t it?” Susannah asked suddenly.

  Eddie glanced up at her. “What makes you say so?”

  “I sleep with you, Eddie, and I know you dream every night now. Sometimes you talk, too. They don’t seem like nightmares, exactly, but it’s pretty clear that something is going on inside your head.”

  “Yes. Something is. I just don’t know what.”


  “Dreams are powerful,” Roland remarked. “You don’t remember the ones you’re having at all?”

  Eddie hesitated. “A little, but they’re confused. I’m a kid again, I know that much. It’s after school. Henry and I are shooting hoops at the old Markey Avenue playground, where the Juvenile Court Building is now. I want Henry to take me to see a place over in Dutch Hill. An old house. The kids used to call it The Mansion, and everyone said it was haunted. Maybe it even was. It was creepy, I know that much. Real creepy.”

  Eddie shook his head, remembering.

  “I thought of The Mansion for the first time in years when we were in the bear’s clearing, and I put my head close to that weird box. I dunno-maybe that’s why I’m having the dream.”

  “But you don’t think so,” Susannah said.

  “No. I think whatever’s happening is a lot more complicated than just remembering stuff.”

  “Did you and your brother actually go to this place?” Roland asked.

  “Yeah-I talked him into it.”

  “And did something happen?”

  “No. But it was scary. We stood there and looked at it for a little while, and Henry teased me-saving he was going to make me go in and pick up a souvenir, stuff like that-but I knew he didn’t really mean it. He was as scared of the place as I was.”

  “And that’s it?” Susannah asked. “You just dream of going to this place? The Mansion?”

  “There’s a little more than that. Someone comes… and then just land of hangs out. I notice him in the dream, but just a little… like out of the corner of my eye, you know? Only I know we’re supposed to pretend we don’t know each other.”

  “Was this someone really there that day?” Roland asked. He was watching Eddie intently, “Or is he only a player in this dream?”

  “That was a long time ago. I couldn’t have been more than thirteen. How could I remember a thing like that for sure?”

 

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