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shine was。 Si was crying。
〃A gunslinger！ I told you； Mercy！ I seen the shooting…iron and told you！〃
〃No harriers？〃 she asked； as if unable to believe it。 〃Are you sure they ain't harriers； Si？〃
Roland turned to Eddie。 〃Make sure of the safety and then give her Jake's gun。〃
Eddie pulled the Ruger from his waistband； checked the safety； and then put it gingerly in the blind woman's hands。 She gasped； almost dropped it； then ran her hands over it wonderingly。 She turned the empty sockets where her eyes had been up to the man。 〃A gun！〃 she whispered。 〃My sainted hat！〃
〃Ay； some kind；〃 the old man replied dismissively； taking it from her and giving it back to Eddie； 〃but the gunslinger's got a real one； and there's a woman got another。 She's got a brown skin； too； like my da' said the people of Garlan had。〃
Oy gave his shrill； whistling bark。 Jake turned and saw more people ing up the street…five or six in all。 Like Si and Mercy； they were all old； and one of them； a woman hobbling over a cane like a witch in a fairy…tale； looked positively ancient。 As they neared； Jake realized that two of the men were identical twins。 Long white hair spilled over the shoulders of their patched homespun shirts。 Their skin was as white as fine linen； and their eyes were pink。 Albinos； he thought。
The crone appeared to be their leader。 She hobbled toward Roland's party on her cane； staring at them with gimlet eyes as green as emeralds。 Her toothless mouth was tucked deeply into itself。 The hem of the old shawl she wore fluttered in the prairie breeze。 Her eyes settled upon Roland。
〃Hail； gunslinger！ Well met！〃 She spoke the High Speech herself； and； like Eddie and Susannah； Jake understood the words perfectly； although he guessed they would have been gibberish to him in his own world。 〃Wele to River Crossing！〃
The gunslinger had removed his own hat； and now he bowed to her； tapping his throat three times； rapidly； with his diminished right hand。 〃Thankee…sai； Old Mother。〃
She cackled freely at this and Eddie suddenly realized Roland had at the same time made a joke and paid a pliment。 The thought which had already occurred to Susannah now came to him： This is how he was 。 。 。 and this is what he did。 Part of it； anyway。
〃Gunslinger ye may be； but below your clothes you're but another foolish man；〃 she said； lapsing into low speech。
Roland bowed again。 〃Beauty has always made me foolish； mother。〃
This time she positively cawed laughter。 Oy shrank against Jake's leg。 One of the albino twins rushed forward to catch the ancient as she rocked backward within her dusty cracked shoes。 She caught her balance on her own； however； and made an imperious shooing gesture with one hand。 The albino retreated。
〃Be ye on a quest； gunslinger？〃 Her green eyes gleamed shrewdly at him； the puckered pocket of her mouth worked in and out。
〃Ay；〃 Roland said。 〃We go in search of the Dark Tower。〃
The others only looked puzzled； but the old woman recoiled and forked the sign of the evil eye…not at them； Jake realized； but to the southeast； along the path of the Beam。
〃I'm sorry to hear it！〃 she cried。 〃For no one who ever went in search of that black dog ever came back！ So said my grandfather； and his grandfather before him！ Not ary one！〃
〃Ka；〃 the gunslinger said patiently； as if this explained everything 。 。 。 and； Jake was ing to realize； to Roland it did。
〃Ay；〃 she agreed； 〃black dog ka！ Well…a…well； ye'll do as ye're called； and live along your path； and die when it es to the clearing in the trees。 Will ye break bread with us before you push on； gunslinger？ You and your band of knights？〃
Roland bowed again。 〃It has been long and long since we have broken bread in pany other than our own； Old Mother。 We cannot stay long； but yes…we'll eat your food with thanks and pleasure。〃
The old woman turned to the others。 She spoke in a cracked and ringing voice…yet it was the words she spoke and not the tone in which they were spoken that sent chills racing down Jake's back： 〃Behold ye； the return of the White！ After evil ways and evil days； the White es again！ Be of good heart and hold up your heads； for ye have lived to see the wheel of ka begin to turn once more！〃
6
THE OLD WOMAN； WHOSE name was Aunt Talitha； led them through the town square and to the church with the leaning spire…it was The Church of the Blood Everlasting； according to the faded board on the run…to…riot lawn。 Written over the words； in green paint that had faded to a ghost； was another message： DEATH TO GRAYS。
She led them through the ruined church； hobbling rapidly along the center aisle past the splintered and overturned pews； down a short flight of stairs； and into a kitchen so different from the ruin above that Susan…nah blinked in surprise。 Here everything was neat as a pin。 The wooden floor was very old； but it had been faithfully oiled and glowed with its own serene inner light。 The black cookstove took up one whole corner。 It was immaculate； and the wood stacked in the brick alcove next to it looked both well…chosen and well…seasoned。
Their party had been joined by three more senior citizens； two women and a man who limped along on a crutch and a wooden leg。 Two of the women went to the cupboards and began to make themselves busy； a third opened the belly of the stove and struck a long sulphur match to the wood already laid neatly within； a fourth opened another door and went down a short set of narrow steps into what looked like a cold…pantry。 Aunt Talitha； meanwhile； led the rest of them into a spacious entry at the rear of the church building。 She waved her cane at two trestle tables which had been stored there under a clean but ragged dropcoth； and the two elderly albinos immediately went over and began to wrestle with one of them。
〃e on； Jake；〃 Eddie said。 〃Let's lend a hand。〃
〃Nawp！〃 Aunt Talitha said briskly。 〃We may be old； but we don't need p'ny to lend a hand！ Not yet； youngster！〃
〃Leave them be；〃 Roland said。
〃Old fools'll rupture themselves；〃 Eddie muttered； but he followed the others； leaving the old men to their chosen table。
Susannah gasped as Eddie lifted her from her chair and carried her through the back door。 This wasn't a lawn but a showplace； with beds of flowers blazing like torches in the soft green grass。 She saw some she recognized…marigolds and zinnias and phlox…but many others were strange to her。 As she watched； a horsefly landed on a bright blue petal 。 。 。 which at once folded over it and rolled up tight。
〃Wow！〃 Eddie said； staring around。 〃Busch Gardens！〃
Si said； 〃This is the one place we keep the way it was in the old days； before the world moved on。 And we keep it hidden from those who ride through…Pubes； Grays； harriers。 They'd bum it if they knew 。 。 。 and kill us for keeping such a place。 They hate anything nice…all of em。 It's the one thing all those bastards have in mon。〃
The blind woman tugged his arm to shush him。
〃No riders these days；〃 the old man with the wooden leg said。 〃Not for a long time now。 They keep closer in to the city。 Guess they find all they need to keep em well right there。〃
The albino twins struggled out with the table。 One of the old women followed them； urging them to hurry up and get the hell out of her way。 She held a stoneware pitcher in each hand。
〃Sit ye down； gunslinger！〃 Aunt Talitha cried； sweeping her hand at the grass。 〃Sit ye down； all！〃
Susannah could smell a hundred conflicting perfumes。 They made her feel dazed and unreal； as if this was a dream she was having。 She could hardly believe this strange little pocket of Eden； carefully hidden behind the crumbling facade of the dead town。
Another woman came out with a tray of glasses。 They were mismatched but spotless； twinkling in the sun like fine crystal。 She held the tray out first to Roland； then to Aunt Talitha； Eddie； Susannah； and Jake at the last。 As each took a glass； the first woman poured a dark golden liquid into it。
Roland leaned over to Jake； who was sitting tailor…fashion near an oval bed of bright green flowers with Oy at his side。 He murmured： 〃Drink only enough to be polite； Jake； or we'll be carrying you out of town…this is graf…strong apple…beer。〃
Jake nodded。
Talitha held up her glass； and when Roland followed suit； Eddie； Susannah； and Jake did the same。
〃What about the others？〃 Eddie whispered to Roland。
〃They'll be served after the voluntary。 Now be quiet。〃
〃Will ye set us on with a word； gunslinger？〃 Aunt Talitha asked。
The gunslinger got to his feet； his glass upraised in his hand。 He lowered his head； as if in thought。 The few remaining residents of River Crossing watched him respectfully and； Jake thought； a little fearfully。 At last he raised his head again。 〃Will you drink to the earth； and to the days which have passed upon it？〃 he asked。 His voice was hoarse；' trembling with emotion。 〃Will you drink to the fullness which was； and to friends who have passed on？ Will you drink to good pany； well met？ Will these things set us on； Old Mother？〃
She was weeping； Jake saw； but her face broke into a smile of radiant happiness all the same 。 。 。 and for a moment she was almost young。 Jake looked at her with wonder and sudden； dawning happiness。 For the first time since Eddie had hauled him through the door； he felt the shadow of the doorkeeper truly leave his heart。
〃Ay； gunslinger！〃 she said。 〃Fair spoken！ They'll set us on by the league； so they shall！〃 She tilted her glass up and drank it at a draught。 When the glass was empty； Roland emptied his own。 Eddie and Susannah also drank； although less deeply。
Jake tasted his own drink； and was surprised to find he liked it…the brew was not bitter； as he had expected； but both sweet and tart； like cider。 He could feel the effects almost at once； however； and he put the glass carefully aside。 Oy sniffed at it； then drew back； and dropped his muzzle on Jake's ankle。
Around them； the little pany of old people…the last residents of River Crossing…were applauding。 Most； like Aunt Talitha； were weeping openly。 And now other glasses…not so fine but wholly serviceable…were passed around。 The party began； and a fine party it was on that long summer's afternoon beneath the wide prairie sky。
7
EDDIE THOUGHT THE MEAL； he ate that day was the best he had had since the mythic birthday feasts of his childhood； when his mother had made it her business to serve everything he liked…meatloaf and roasted potatoes and corn on the cob and devil's food cake with vanilla ice cream on the side。
The sheer variety of the edibles put before them…especially after the months they had spent eating nothing but lobster meat； deer meat； and the few bitter greens which Roland pronounced safe…undoubtedly had something to do with the pleasure he took in the food； but Eddie didn't think that was the sole answer； he noticed that the kid was packing it away by the plateful （and feeding a chunk of something to the bumbler crouched at his feet every couple of minutes）； and Jake hadn't been here a week yet。
There were bowls of stew （chunks of buffalo meat floating in a rich brown gravy loaded with vegetables）； platters of fresh biscuits； crocks of sweet white butter； and bowls of leaves that looked like spinach but weren't 。 。 。 exactly。 Eddie had never been crazy about greens； but at the first taste of these； some deprived part of him awoke and cried for them。 He ate well of everything； but his need for the green stuff approached greed； and he saw Susannah was also helping herself to them again and again。 Among the four of them； the travellers emptied three bowls of the leaves。
The dinner dishes were swept away by the old women and the albino twins。 They returned with chunks of cake piled high on two thick white plates and a bowl of whipped cream。 The cake gave off a sweetly fragrant smell that made Eddie feel as if he had died and gone to heaven。
〃Only buffaler cream；〃 Aunt Talitha said dismissively。 〃No more cows…last one croaked thirty year ago。 Buffaler cream ain't no prize…winner； but better'n nothin； by Daisy！〃
The cake turned out to be loaded with blueberries。 Eddie thought it beat by a c