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ace had been chewed into treacherous rubble。 Foot travel would be difficult； and the idea of pushing Susannah's wheelchair over that crumbled surface was ridiculous。
The banks oh either side had grown steadily steeper； and now； at their tops； they could see slim； pointed shapes looming against the sky。 Roland thought of arrowheads…huge ones； weapons made by a tribe of giants。 To his panions； they looked like rockets or guided missiles。 Susannah thought of Redstones fired from Cape Canaveral； Eddie thought about SAMs； some built to be fired from the backs of flatbed trucks； stored all over Europe； Jake thought of ICBMs hiding in rein…forced concrete silos under the plains of Kansas and the unpopulated mountains of Nevada； programmed to hit back at China or the USSR in the event of nuclear armageddon。 All of them felt as if they had passed into a dark and woeful zone of shadow； or into a countryside laboring under some old but still powerful curse。
Some hours after they entered this area…Jake called it The Gauntlet…the concrete embankments ended at a place where half a dozen access roads drew together； like the strands of a spiderweb； and here the land opened out again 。。。 a fact which relieved all of them； although none of them said so out loud。 Another traffic…light swung over the junc…tion。 This one was more familiar to Eddie； Susannah； and Jake； it had once had lenses on its four faces； although the glass had been broken out long ago。
〃I'll bet this road was the eighth wonder of the world； once upon a time；〃 Susannah said； 〃and look at it now。 It's a minefield。〃
〃Old ways are sometimes the best ways；〃 Roland agreed。
Eddie was pointing west。 〃Look。〃
Now that the high concrete barriers were gone； they could see exactly what old Si had described to them over cups of bitter coffee in River Crossing。 〃One track only；〃 he had said； 〃set up high on a colyum of man…made stone； such as the Old Ones used to make their streets and walls。〃 The track raced toward them out of the west in a slim； straight line； then flowed across the Send and into the city on a narrow golden trestle。 It was a simple； elegant construction…and the only one they had seen so far which was totally without rust…but it was badly marred； all the same。 Halfway across； a large piece of the trestle had fallen into the rushing river below。 What remained were two long； jutting piers that pointed at each other like accusing fingers。 Jutting out of the water below the hole was a streamlined tube of metal。 Once it had been bright blue； but now the color had been dimmed by spreading scales of rust。 It looked very small from this distance。
〃So much for Blaine；〃 Eddie said。 〃No wonder they stopped hearing it。 The supports finally gave way while it was crossing the river and it fell in the drink。 It must have been decelerating when it happened； or it would have carried straight across and all we'd see would be a big hole like a bomb…crater in the far bank。 Well； it was a great idea while it lasted。〃
〃Mercy said there was another one；〃 Susannah reminded him。
〃Yeah。 She also said she hadn't heard it in seven or eight years； and Aunt Talitha said it was more like ten。 What do you think； Jake 。 。 。 Jake？ Earth to Jake； Earth to Jake； e in； little buddy。〃
Jake； who had been staring intently at the remains of the train in the river； only shrugged。
〃You're a big help； Jake；〃 Eddie said。 〃Valuable input…that's why I love you。 Why we all love you。〃
Jake paid no attention。 He knew what he was seeing； and it wasn't Blaine。 The remains of the mono sticking out of the river were blue。 In his dream； Blaine had been the dusty； sugary pink of the bubblegum you got with baseball trading cards。
Roland； meanwhile； had cinched the straps of Susannah's carry…har…ness across his chest。 〃Eddie； boost your lady into this contraption。 It's time we moved on and saw for ourselves。〃
Jake now shifted his gaze； looking nervously toward the bridge loom…ing ahead。 He could hear a high； ghostly humming noise in the distance…the sound of the wind playing in the decayed steel hangers which con…nected the overhead cables to the concrete deck below。
〃Do you think it'll be safe to cross？〃 Jake asked。
〃We'll find out tomorrow；〃 Roland replied。
9
THE NEXT MORNING； ROLAND'S band of travellers stood at the end of the long； rusty bridge； gazing across at Lud。 Eddie's dreams of wise old elves who had preserved a working technology on which the pilgrims could draw were disappearing。 Now that they were this close； he could see holes in the city…scape where whole blocks of buildings appeared to have been either burned or blasted。 The skyline reminded him of a diseased jaw from which many teeth have already fallen。
It was true that most of the buildings were still standing； but they had a dreary； disused look that filled Eddie with an uncharacteristic gloom； and the bridge between the travellers and that shuttered maze of steel and concrete looked anything but solid and eternal。 The vertical hangers on the left sagged slackly； the ones remaining on the right almost screamed with tension。 The deck had been constructed of hollow con…crete boxes shaped like trapezoids。 Some of these had buckled upward； displaying empty black interiors； others had slipped askew。 Many of these latter had merely cracked； but others were badly broken； leaving gaps big enough to drop trucks…big trucks…into。 In places where the bottoms of the box…sections as well as the tops had shattered； they could see the muddy riverbank and the gray…green water of the Send beyond it。 Eddie put the distance between the deck and the water as three hundred feet at the center of the bridge。 And that was probably a conservative estimate。
Eddie peered at the huge concrete caissons to which the main cables were anchored and thought the one on the right side of the bridge looked as if it had been pulled partway out of the earth。 He decided he might do well not to mention this fact to the others； it was bad enough that the bridge was swaying slowly but perceptibly back and forth。 Just looking at it made him feel seasick。 〃Well？〃 he asked Roland。 〃What do you think？〃
Roland pointed to the right side of the bridge。 Here was a canted walkway about five feet wide。 It had been constructed atop a series of smaller concrete boxes and was； in effect； a separate deck。 This seg…mented deck appeared to be supported by an undercable…or perhaps it was a thick steel rod…anchored to the main support cables by huge bow…clamps。 Eddie inspected the closest one with the avid interest of a man who may soon be entrusting his life to the object he is studying。 The bow…clamp appeared rusty but still sound。 The words LaMERK FOUNDRY had been stamped into its metal。 Eddie was fascinated to realize he no longer knew if the words were in the High Speech or in English。
〃I think we can use that；〃 Roland said。 〃There's only one bad place。 Do you see it？〃
〃Yeah…it's land of hard to miss。〃
The bridge； which had to be at least three quarters of a mile long； might not have had any proper maintenance for over a thousand years； but Roland guessed that the real destruction might have been going on for only the last fifty or so。 As the hangers on the right snapped； the bridge had listed farther and farther to the left。 The greatest twist had occurred in the center of the bridge； between the two four…hundred…foot cable…towers。 At the place where the pressure of the twist was the great…est； a gaping； eye…shaped hole ran across the deck。 The break in the walkway was narrower； but even so； at least two adjoining concrete box…sections had fallen into the Send； leaving a gap at least twenty or thirty feet wide。 Where these boxes had been； they could clearly see the rusty steel rod or cable which supported the walkway。 They would have to use it to get across the gap。
〃I think we can cross；〃 Roland said； calmly pointing。 〃The gap is inconvenient； but the side…rail is still there； so we'll have something to hold onto。〃
Eddie nodded； but he could feel his heart pounding hard。 The exposed walkway support looked like a big pipe made of jointed steel； and was probably four feet across at the top。 In his mind's eye he could see how they would have to edge across； feet on the broad； slightly curved back of the support； hands clutching the rail； while the bridge swayed slowly like a ship in a mild swell。
〃Jesus；〃 he said。 He tried to spit； but nothing came out。 His mouth was too dry。 〃You sure； Roland？〃
〃So far as I can see； it's the only way。〃 Roland pointed downriver and Eddie saw a second bridge。 This one had fallen into the Send long ago。 The remains stuck out of the water in a rusted tangle of ancient steel。
〃What about you； Jake？〃 Susannah asked。
〃Hey； no problem；〃 Jake said at once。 He was actually smiling。
〃I hate you； kid；〃 Eddie said。
Roland was looking at Eddie with some concern。 〃If you feel you can't do it； say so now。 Don't get halfway across and then freeze up。〃
Eddie looked along the twisted surface of the bridge for a long time； then nodded。 〃I guess I can handle it。 Heights have never been my favorite thing； but I'll manage。〃
〃Good。〃 Roland surveyed them。 〃Soonest begun； soonest done。 I'll go first； with Susannah。 Then Jake； and Eddie's drogue。 Can you handle the wheelchair？〃
〃Hey； no problem；〃 Eddie said giddily。
〃Let's go； then。〃
10
As SOON AS HE stepped onto the walkway； fear filled up Eddie's hollow places like cold water and he began to wonder if he hadn't made a very dangerous mistake。 From solid ground； the bridge seemed to be swaying only a little； but once he was actually on it； he felt as if he were standing on the pendulum of the world's biggest grandfather clock。 The movement was very slow； but it was regular； and the length of the swings was much longer than he had anticipated。 The walkway's surface was badly cracked and canted at least ten degrees to the left。 His feet gritted in loose piles of powdery concrete； and the low squealing sound of the box…segments grinding together was constant。 Beyond the bridge； the city skyline tilted slowly back and forth like the artificial horizon of the world's slowest…moving video game。
Overhead； the wind hummed constantly in the taut hangers。 Below； the ground fell away sharply to the muddy northwest bank of the river。 He was thirty feet up 。。。 then sixty 。 。 。 then a hundred and ten。 Soon he would be over the water。 The wheelchair banged against his left leg with every step。
Something furry brushed between his feet and he clutched madly for the rusty handrail with his right hand； barely holding in a scream。 Oy went trotting past him with a brief upward glance； as if to say Excuse mejust passing。
〃Fucking dumb animal；〃 Eddie said through gritted teeth。
He discovered that； although he didn't like looking down； he had an even greater aversion to looking at the hangers which were still managing to hold the deck and the overhead cables together。 They were sleeved with rust and Eddie could see snarls of metal thread poking out of most…these snarls looked like metallic puffs of cotton。 He knew from his Uncle Reg； who had worked on both the George Washington and Triborough bridges as a painter； that the hangers and overhead cables were 〃spun〃 from thousands of steel threads。 On this bridge； the spin was finally letting go。 The hangers were quite literally being unravelled； and as they did； the threads were snapping； one interwoven strand at a time。
It's held this long； it'll hold a little longer。 You think this thing's going to fall into the river just because you're crossing it？ Don't flatter yourself。
He wasn't forted； however。 For all Eddie knew； they might be the first people to attempt the crossing in decades。 And the bridge； after all； would have to collapse sometime； and from the look of things； it was going to be soon。 Their bined weight might be the straw that broke the camel's back。
His moccasin struck a chunk of concrete and Eddie watched； sick…ened but helpless to look away； as the chunk fell down and down and down； turning over as it went。 There was a small…very small…splash when it hit the river。 The freshening wind gusted and stuck his shirt