To this the second voice could offer only more denials, each weaker than the last.
Not even the knowledge that they had likely saved the Beam
(Sheemie certainly seemed to think they had; he'd crisscrossed the weirdly silent campus of the Devar-Toi, shouting the news-
BEAM SAYS ALL MAYBE WELL! BEAM SAYS THANKYA!-at the top of his lungs) could make Jake feel better. The loss of Eddie was too great a price to pay even for such an outcome.
And the breaking of the tet was an even greater price. Every time Jake thought of it, he felt sick to his stomach and sent up inarticulate prayers to God, to Gan, to the Man Jesus, to any or all of them to do a miracle and save Eddie's life.
He even prayed to the writer.
Save my friend's life and zve'll save yours, he prayed to Stephen King, a man he had never seen. Save Eddie and we won't let that van hit you. I swear it.
Then again he'd think of Susannah screaming Eddie's name, of trying to turn him over, and Roland wrapping his arms around her and saying You mustn't do that, Susannah, you mustn't disturb him, and how she'd fought him, her face crazy, her face changing as different personalities seemed to inhabit it for a moment or two and then flee. I have to help him!'she'd sob in the Susannah-voice Jake knew, and then in another, harsher voice she'd shout Let me go, mahfah! Let me do mah voodoo on him, make mah houngun, he goan git up an walk, you see! Sho! And Roland holding her through all of it, holding her and rocking her while Eddie lay in the street, but not dead, it would have been better, almost, if he'd been dead (even if being dead meant the end of talking about miracles, the end of hope), but Jake could see his dusty fingers twitching and could hear him muttering incoherently, like a man who talks in his sleep.
Then Ted had come, and Dinkyjust behind him, and two or three of the other Breakers trailing along hesitantly behind them. Ted had gotten on his knees beside the struggling, screaming woman and motioned for Dinky to get kneebound on the other side of her. Ted had taken one of her hands, then nodded for Dink to take the other. And something had flowed out of them-something deep and soothing. It wasn't meant for Jake, no, not at all, but he caught some of it, anyway, and felt his wildly galloping heart slow. He looked into Ted Brautigan's face and saw that Ted's eyes were doing their trick, the pupils swelling and shrinking, swelling and shrinking.
Susannah's cries faltered, subsiding to little hurt groans. She looked down at Eddie, and when she bent her head her eyes had spilled tears onto the back of Eddie's shirt, making dark places, like raindrops. That was when Sheemie appeared from one of the alleys, shouting glad hosannahs to all who would hear him "BEAM SAYS NOT TOO LATE! BEAM SAYS JUST IN TIME, BEAM SAYS THANKYA AND WE MUST LET HIM HEAL!-and limping badly on one foot (none of them thought anything of it then or even noticed it). Dinky murmured to the growing crowd of Breakers looking at the mortally wounded gunslinger, and several went to Sheemie and got him to quiet down. From the main part of the Devar-Toi the alarms continued, but the follow-up fire engines were actually getting the three worst fires (those in Damli House, Warden's House, and Feveral Hall) under control.
What Jake remembered next was Ted's fingers-unbelievably gentle fingers-spreading the hair on the back of Eddie's head and exposing a large hole filled with a dark jelly of blood.
There were little white flecks in it. Jake had wanted to believe those flecks were bits of bone. Better than thinking they might be flecks of Eddie's brain.
At the sight of this terrible head-wound Susannah leaped to her feet and began to scream again. Began to struggle. Ted and Dinky (who was paler than paste) exchanged a glance, tightened their grip on her hands, and once more sent the
(peace ease quiet wait calm slow peace)
soothing message that was as much colors-cool blue shading to quiet ashes of gray-as it was words. Roland, meanwhile, held her shoulders.
"Can anything be done for him?" Roland asked Ted. "Anything at all?"
"He can be made comfortable," Ted said. "We can do that much, at least." Then he pointed toward the