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ay and located it。 The missing thing was that maddening sense of hurry； the feeling that he might be left behind at any time； that the trail would die out and he would be left with only a broken piece of string。 All that was gone now； and the gunslinger was slowly being sure that the man in black wanted to be caught。
What would follow？
The question was too vague to catch his interest。 Cuthbert would have found interest in it； lively interest； but Cuthbert was gone； and the gunslinger could only go forward in the way he knew。
He watched the boy as he smoked； and his mind turned back on Cuthbert； who had always laughed to his death he had gone laughing and Cort； who never laughed； and on Marten； who sometimes smiled a thin； silent smile that had its own disquieting gleam。。。 like an eye that slips open in the dark and discloses blood。 And there had been the falcon； of course。 The falcon was named David； after the legend of the boy with the sling。 David； he was quite sure； knew nothing but the need for murder； rending； and terror。 Like the gunslinger himself。 David was no dilettante； he played the center of the court。
Perhaps； though； in some final accounting； David the falcon had been closer to Marten than to anyone else。。。 and perhaps his mother； Gabrielle； had known it。
The gunslinger's stomach seemed to rise painfully against his heart； but his face didn't change。 He watched the smoke of his cigarette rise into the hot desert air and disappear； and his mind went back。
II
The sky was white； perfectly white； and the smell of rain was in the air。 The smell of hedges and growing green was strong and sweet。 It was deep spring。
David sat on Cuthbert's arm； a small engine of destruction with bright golden eyes that glared outward at nothing。 The rawhide leash attached to his jesses was looped carelessly about Cuthbert's arm。
Cort stood aside from the two boys； a silent figure in patched leather trousers and a green cotton shirt that had been cinched high with his old； wide infantry belt。 The green of his shirt merged with the hedges and the rolling turf of the Back Courts； where the ladies had not yet begun to play at Points。
〃Get ready；〃 Roland whispered to Cuthbert。
〃We're ready；〃 Cuthbert said confidently。 〃Aren't we； Davey？〃
They spoke the low speech； the language of both scullions and squires； the day when they would be allowed to use their own tongue in the presence of others was still far。 〃It's a beautiful day for it。 Can you smell the rain？ It's 〃
Cort abruptly raised the trap in his hands and let the side fall open。 The dove was out and up； trying for the sky in a quick； fluttering blast of its wings。 Cuthbert pulled the leash； but he was slow； the hawk was already up and his takeoff was awkward。 With a brief twitch of its wings the hawk had recovered。 It struck upward； gaining altitude over the dove； moving bullet…swift。
Cort walked over to where the boys stood； casually； and swung his huge and twisted fist at Cuthbert's ear。 The boy fell over without a sound； although his lips writhed back from his gums。 A trickle of blood flowed slowly from his ear and onto the rich green grass。
〃You were slow；〃 he said。
Cuthbert was struggling to his feet。 〃I'm sorry； Cort。 It's just that I Cort swung again； and Cuthbert fell over again。 The blood flowed more swiftly now。
〃Speak the High Speech；〃 he said softly。 His voice was flat。 with a slight； drunken rasp。 〃Speak your act of contrition in the speech of civilization for which better men than you will ever be have died； maggot。〃
Cuthbert was getting up again。 Tears stood brightly in his eyes； but his lips were pressed tightly together in a bright line of hate which did not quiver。
〃I grieve；〃 Cuthbert said in a voice of breathless control。 〃I have forgotten the face of my father； whose guns I hope someday to bear。〃
〃That's right； brat；〃 Cort said。 〃You'll consider what you did wrong； and bookend your reflections with hunger。 No supper。 No breakfast。〃
〃Look！〃 Roland cried。 He pointed up。
The hawk had climbed above the soaring dove。 It glided for a moment； its stubby； muscular wings outstretched and without movement on the still； white spring air。 Then it folded its wings and dropped like a stone。 The two bodies came together； and for a moment Roland fancied he could see blood in the air。。。 but it might have been his imagination。 The hawk gave a brief scream of triumph。 The dove fluttered； twisting； to the ground； and Roland ran toward the kill； leaving Cort and the chastened Cuthbert behind him。
The hawk had landed beside its prey and was placently tearing into its plump white breast。 A few feathers seesawed slowly downward。
〃David！〃 The boy yelled； and tossed the hawk a piece of rabbit flesh from his poke。 The hawk caught it on the fly； ingested it with an upward shaking of its back and throat； and Roland attempted to re…leash the bird。
The hawk whirled； almost absentmindedly； and ripped skin from Roland's arm in a long； dangling gash。 Then it went back to its meal。
With a grunt； Roland looped the leash again； this time catching David's diving； slashing beak on the leather gauntlet he wore。 He gave the hawk another piece of meat； then hooded it。 Docilely； David climbed onto his wrist。
He stood up proudly； the hawk on his arm。
〃What's this？〃 Cort asked； pointing to the dripping slash on Roland's forearm。 The boy stationed himself to receive the blow； locking his throat against any possible cry； but no blow fell。
〃He struck me；〃 Roland said。
〃You pissed him off；〃 Cort said。 〃The hawk does not fear you； boy； and the hawk never will。 The hawk is God's gunslinger。〃
Roland merely looked at Cort。 He was not an imaginative boy； and if Cort had intended to imply a moral； it was lost on him； he was pragmatic enough to believe that it might have been one of the few foolish statements he had ever heard Cort make。
Cuthbert came up behind them and stuck his tongue out at Cort； safely on his blind side。 Roland did not smile； but nodded to him。
〃Go in now；〃 Cort said； taking the hawk。 He pointed at Cuthbert 〃But remember your reflection； maggot And your fast。 Tonight and tomorrow morning。〃
〃Yes；〃 Cuthbert said； stiltedly formal now。 〃Thank you for this instructive day。〃
〃You learn；〃 Cort said； 〃but your tongue has a bad habit of lolling from your stupid mouth when your instructor's back is turned。 Mayhap the day will e when it and you will learn their respective places。〃 He struck Cuthbert again； this time solidly between the eyes and hard enough so that Roland heard a dull thud the sound a mallet makes when a scullion taps a keg of beer。 Cuthbert fell backward onto the lawn； his eyes cloudy and dazed at first。 Then they cleared and he stared burningly up at Cort； his hatred unveiled； a pinprick as bright as the dove's blood in the center of each eye。
Cuthbert nodded and parted his lips in a scarifying smile that Roland had never seen。
〃Then there's hope for you；〃 Cort said。 〃When you think you can； you e for me； maggot。〃
〃How did you know？〃 Cuthbert said between his teeth。 Cort turned toward Roland so swiftly that Roland almost fell back a step and then both of them would have been on the grass； decorating the new green with their blood。 〃I saw it reflected in this maggot's eyes；〃 he said。 〃Remember it； Cuthbert。 Last lesson for today。〃
Cuthbert nodded again； the same frightening smile on his face。 〃I grieve；〃 he said。 〃I have forgotten the face 〃
〃Cut that shit；〃 Cort said； losing interest。 He turned to Roland。 〃Go on； now。 The both of you。 If I have to look at your stupid maggot faces any longer I'll puke my guts。〃
〃e on；〃 Roland said。
Cuthbert shook his head to clear it and got to his feet Cort was already walking down the hill in his squat； bowlegged stride； looking powerful and somehow prehistoric。 The shaved and grizzled spot at the top of his head loomed at a slant； hunched。
〃I'll kill the son of a bitch；〃 Cuthbert said； still smiling。 A large goose egg； purple and knotted； was rising mystically on his forehead。
〃Not you or me；〃 Roland said； suddenly bursting into a grin。 〃You can have supper in the west kitchen with me。 Cook will give us some。〃
〃He'll tell Cort。〃
〃He's no friend of Cort's。〃 Roland said； and then shrugged。 〃And what if he did？〃
Cuthbert grinned back。 〃Sure。 Right。 I always wanted to know how the world looked when your head was on backwards and upside down。〃
They started back together over the green lawns； casting shadows in the fine white spring light。
The cook in the west kitchen was named Hax。 He stood huge in food stained whites； a man with a crude…oil plexion whose ancestry was a quarter black； a quarter yellow； a quarter from the South Islands； now almost forgotten （the world had moved on）； and a quarter God knew what He shuffled about three high…ceilinged steamy rooms like a tractor in low gear； wearing huge； Caliph…like slippers。 He was one of those quite rare adults who municate with small children fairly well and who love them all impartially not in a sugary way but in a businesslike fashion that may sometimes entail a hug； in the same way that closing a big business deal may call for a handshake。 He even loved the boys who had begun The Training； although they were different from other children not always demonstrative and somehow dangerous； not in an adult way； but rather as if they were ordinary children with a slight touch of madness and Cuthbert was not the first of Cort's students whom he had fed on the sly。 At this moment one of six working appliances left on the whole estate。 It was his personal domain； and he stood there watching the two boys bolt the gravied meat scraps he had produced。 Behind； before； and all around； cookboys； scullions； and various underlings rushed through the foaming； humid air； rattling pans； stirring stew； slaving over potatoes and vegetables in nether regions。 In the dimly lit pantry alcove； a washerwoman with a doughy； miserable face and hair caught up in a rag splashed water around on the floor with a mop。
One of the scullery boys rushed up with a man from the Guards in tow。 〃This man； he wantchoo； Hax。〃
〃All right〃 Hax nodded to the Guard； and he nodded back。 〃You boys；〃 he said。 〃Go over to Maggie； she'll give you some pie。 Then scat〃
They nodded and went over to Maggie； who gave them huge wedges of pie on dinner plates。。。 but gingerly； as if they were wild dogs that might bite her。
〃Let's eat it on the stairs；〃 Cuthbert said。
〃All right〃
They sat behind a huge； sweating stone colonnade； out of sight of the kitchen； and gobbled their pie with their fingers。 It was only moments later that they saw shadows fall on the far curving wall of the wide staircase。 Roland grabbed Cuthbert's arm。 〃e on；〃 he said。 〃Someone's ing。〃 Cuthbert looked up； his face surprised and berry…stained。
But the shadows stopped； still out of sight It was Hax and the man from the Guards。 The boys sat where they were。 If they moved now； they might be heard。
〃。。。 。 the good man；〃 the Guard was saying。
〃In Farson？〃
〃In two weeks；〃 the Guard replied。 〃Maybe three。 You have to e with us。 There's a shipment from the freight depot。。。。 〃A particularly loud crash of pots and pans and a volley of catcalls directed at the hapless potboy who had dropped them blotted out some of the rest； then the boys heard the Guard finish： 〃。。 。 poisoned meat〃
〃Risky。〃
〃Ask not what the good man can do for you 〃the Guard began。
〃 but what you can do for him；〃 Hax sighed。 〃Soldier； ask not〃
〃You know what it could mean；〃 the Guard said quietly。
〃Yes。 And I know my responsibilities to him； you don't need to lecture me。 I love him just as you do。〃
〃All right The meat will be marked for short…term storage in your coldrooms。 But you'll have to be quick。 You must understand that。〃
〃There are children in Farson？〃 The cook asked sadly。 It was not really a question。
〃Children everywhere；〃 the Guard said gently。 〃It's the children we and he care about。〃
〃Poisoned meat。 Such a strange way to care for children。〃 Hax uttered a heavy； whistling sigh。 〃Will they curdle and hold their bellies and cry for their mammas？ I suppose they will。〃
〃It will be like a going to sleep；〃 the Guard said； but his voice was too confidently reasonable。
〃Of course；〃 Hax said； and laughed。
〃You said it yourself。 'Soldier； ask not' Do you enjoy seeing child