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creaked。
〃Careful； cully！〃 Gasher almost moaned。 〃Be oh so careful！〃
Jake pushed himself beneath the crisscrossing wires； using his feet and his elbows。 His stinking； sweat…clogged hair fell in his eyes again； but he did not dare brush it away。
〃You're clear；〃 Gasher grunted at last； and slipped beneath the tripwires himself with the ease of long practice。 He stood up and snatched Jake's pack before Jake could reshoulder it。 〃What's in here； cully？〃 he asked； undoing the straps and peering in。 〃Got any treats for yer old pal？ For the Gasherman loves his treaties； so he does！〃
〃There's nothing in there but…〃
Gasher's hand flashed out and rocked Jake's head back with a hard slap that sent a fresh spray of bloody froth flying from the boy's nose。
〃What did you do that for？〃 Jake cried； hurt and outraged。
〃For tellin me what my own beshitted eyes can see！〃 Gasher yelled； and cast Jake's pack aside。 He bared his remaining teeth at the boy in a dangerous； terrible grin。 〃And fer almost bringin the whole beshitted works down on us！〃 He paused； then added in a quieter voice： 〃And because I felt like it…I must admit that。 Your stupid sheep's face puts me wery much in a slappin temper； so it does。〃 The grin widened； reveal…ing his oozing whitish gums； a sight Jake could have done without。 〃If your hardcase friend follows us this far； he'll have a surprise when he runs into those wires； won't he？〃 Gasher looked up； still grinning。 〃There's a city bus balanced up there someplace； as I remember。〃
Jake began to weep…tired； hopeless tears that cut through the dirt on his cheeks in narrow channels。
Gasher raised an open； threatening hand。 〃Get moving； cully； before I start cryin myself 。。。 for a wery sentermental fellow is yer old pal； so he is； and when he starts to grieve and mourn； a little slappin is the only thing to put a smile on his face again。 Run！〃
They ran。 Gasher chose pathways leading deeper into the smelly； creaking maze seemingly at random； indicating his choices with hard whacks to the shoulders。 At some point the sound of the drums began。 It seemed to e from everywhere and nowhere； and for Jake it was the final straw。 He gave up hope and thought alike； and allowed himself to descend wholly into the nightmare。
17
ROLAND HALTED IN FRONT of the barricade which choked the street from side to side and top to bottom。 Unlike Jake； he had no hopes of emerging into the open on the other side。 The buildings lying east of this point would be sentry…occupied islands emerging from an inland sea of trash； tools； artifacts 。 。 。 and booby…traps； he had no doubt。 Some of these leavings undoubtedly still remained where they had fallen five hun…dred or seven hundred or a thousand years ago； but Roland thought most of it had been dragged here by the Grays a piece at a time。 The eastern portion of Lud had bee； in effect； the castle of the Grays； and Roland was now standing outside its wall。
He walked forward slowly and saw the mouth of a passageway half…hidden behind a ragged cement boulder。 There were footprints in the powdery dust…two sets； one big； one small。 Roland started to get up； looked again； and squatted on his hunkers once more。 Not two sets but three； the third marking the paws of a small animal。
〃Oy？〃 Roland called softly。 For a moment there was no response； and then a single soft bark came from the shadows。 Roland stepped into the passageway and saw gold…ringed eyes peering at him from around the first crooked corner。 Roland trotted down to the humbler。 Oy； who still didn't like to e really close to anyone but Jake； backed up a step and then held his ground； looking anxiously up at the gunslinger。
〃Do you want to help me？〃 Roland asked。 He could feel the dry red curtain that was battle fever at the edge of his consciousness； but this was not the time for it。 The time would e； but for now he must not allow himself that inexpressible relief。 〃Help me find Jake？〃
〃Ake！〃 Oy barked； still watching Roland with his anxious eyes。
〃Go on； then。 Find him。〃
Oy turned away at once and ran rapidly down the alley； nose skim…ming the ground。 Roland followed； his eyes only occasionally flicking up to glance at Oy。 Mostly he kept his gaze fixed on the ancient pavement； looking for sign。
18
〃JESUS；〃 EDDIE SAID。 〃WHAT land of people are these guys？〃
They had followed the avenue at the base of the ramp for a couple of blocks； had seen the barricade （missing Roland's entry into the partially hidden passageway by less than a minute） which lay ahead； and had turned north onto a broad thoroughfare which reminded Eddie of Fifth Avenue。 He hadn't dared to tell Susannah that； he was still too bitterly disappointed with this stinking； littered ruin of a city to articulate anything hopeful。
〃Fifth Avenue〃 led them into an area of large white stone buildings that reminded Eddie of the way Rome looked in the gladiator movies he'd watched on TV as a kid。 They were austere and； for the most part； still in good shape。 He was pretty sure they had been public buildings of some sort…galleries； libraries； maybe museums。 One； with a big domed roof that had cracked like a granite egg； might have been an observatory； although Eddie had read someplace that astronomers liked to be away from big cities； because all the electric lights fucked up their star…gazing。
There were open areas between these imposing edifices； and although the grass and flowers which had once grown there had been choked off by weeds and tangles of underbrush； the area still had a stately feel； and Eddie wondered if it had once been the center of Lud's cultural life。 Those days were long gone； of course； Eddie doubted if Gasher and his pals were very interested in ballet or chamber music。
He and Susannah had e to a major intersection from which four more broad avenues radiated outward like spokes on a wheel。 At the hub of the wheel was a large paved square。 Ringing it were loudspeakers on forty…foot steel posts。 In the center of the square was a pedestal with the remains of a statue upon it…a mighty copper war…horse； green with verdigris； pawing its forelegs at the air。 The warrior who had once ridden this charger lay off to the side on one corroded shoulder； waving what looked like a machine…gun in one hand and a sword in the other。 His legs were still bowed around the shape of the horse he had once ridden； hut his boots remained welded to the sides of his metal mount。 GRAYS DIE！ was written across the pedestal in fading orange letters。
Glancing down the radiating streets； Eddie saw more of the speaker…poles。 A few had fallen over； but most still stood； and each of these had been festooned with a grisly garland of corpses。 As a result； the square into which 〃Fifth Avenue〃 emptied and the streets which led away were guarded by a small army of the dead。
〃What kind of people are they？〃 Eddie asked again。
He didn't expect an answer and Susannah didn't give one 。 。 。 but she could have。 She'd had insights into the past of Roland's world before； but never one as clear and sure as this。 All of her earlier insights； like those which had e to her in River Crossing； had had a haunting visionary quality； like dreams； but what came now arrived in a single flash； and it was like seeing the twisted face of a dangerous maniac illuminated by a stroke of lightning。
The speakers 。 。 。 the hanging bodies 。 。 。 the drums。 She suddenly understood how they went together as clearly as she had understood that the heavy…laden wagons passing through River Crossing on their way to Jimtown had been pulled by oxen rather than mules or horses。
〃Never mind this trash；〃 she said； and her voice only quivered a little。 〃It's the train we want…which way is it； d'you think？〃
Eddie glanced up at the darkening sky and easily picked out the path of the Beam in the rushing clouds。 He looked back down and wasn't much surprised to see that the entrance to the street corresponding most closely to the path of the Beam was guarded by a large stone turtle。 Its reptilian head peered out from beneath the granite lip of its shell； its deepset eyes seemed to stare curiously at them。 Eddie nodded toward it and managed a small dry smile。 〃See the turtle of enormous girth？〃
Susannah took a brief look of her own and nodded。 He pushed her across the city square and into The Street of the Turtle。 The corpses which lined it gave off a dry； cinnamony smell that made Eddie's stomach clench 。 。 。 not because it was bad but because it was actually rather pleasant…the sugar…spicy aroma of something a kid would enjoy shaking onto his morning toast。
The Street of the Turtle was mercifully broad； and most of the corpses hanging from the speaker…poles were little more than mummies； but Susannah saw a few which were relatively fresh； with flies still crawl…ing busily across the blackening skin of their swollen faces and maggots still squirming out of their decaying eyes。
And below each speaker was a little drift of bones。
〃There must be thousands；〃 Eddie said。 〃Men； women； and kids。〃
〃Yes。〃 Susannah's calm voice sounded distant and strange to her own ears。 〃They've had a lot of time to kill。 And they've used it to kill each other。〃
〃Bring on those wise fuckin elves！〃 Eddie said； and the laugh that followed sounded suspiciously like a sob。 He thought he was at last begin…ning to fully understand what that innocuous phrase…the world has moved on…really meant。 What a breadth of ignorance and evil it covered。
And what a depth。
The speakers were a wartime measure； Susannah thought。 Of course they were。 God only knows which war； or how long ago； but it must have been a doozy。 The rulers of Lud used the speakers to make city…wide announcements from some central； bomb…proof location…a bunker like the one Hitler and his high mand retreated to at the end of World War II。
And in her ears she could hear the voice of authority which had e rolling out of those speakers…could hear it as clearly as she had heard the creak of the wagons passing through River Crossing； as clearly as she had heard the crack of the whip above the backs of the straining oxen。
Ration centers A and D will be closed today； please proceed to cen…ters B； C； E； and F with proper coupons。
Militia squads Nine； Ten； and Twelve report to Sendside。
Aerial bombardment is likely between the hours of eight and ten of the clock。 All nonbatant residents should report to their designated shelters。 Bring your gas masks。 Repeat； bring your gas masks。
Announcements； yes 。 。 。 and some garbled version of the news…a propagandized； militant version George Orwell would have called double…speak。 And in between the news bulletins and the announcements； squall…ing military music and exhortations to respect the fallen by sending more men and women into the red throat of the abattoir。
Then the war had ended and silence had fallen 。。。 for a while。 But at some point； the speakers had begun broadcasting again。 How long ago？ A hundred years？ Fifty？ Did it matter？ Susannah thought not。 What mattered was that when the speakers were reactivated； the only thing they broadcast was a single tape…loop 。 。 。 the loop with the drum…track on it。 And the descendents of the city's original residents had taken it for 。。。 what？ The Voice of the Turtle？ The Will of the Beam？
Susannah found herself remembering the time she had asked her father； a quiet hut deeply cynical man； if he believed there was a God in heaven who guided the course of human events。 Well； he had said； I think it's sort of half 'n half； Odetta。 I'm sure there's a God； but I don't think He has much if anything to do with us these days； I believe that after we killed His son； He finally got it through His head that there wasn't nothing to be done with the sons of Adam or the daughters of Eve； and He washed His hands of us。 Wise fella。
She had responded to this （which she had fully expected； she was eleven at the time； and knew the turn of her father's mind quite well） by showing him a squib on the munity Churches page of the local newspaper。 It said that Rev。 Murdock of the Grace Methodist Church would that Sunday elucidate on the topic 〃God Speaks to Each of Us Every Day