cam mah can. May-mi?Iffin lah vainen, eth-"
"How many dan devar?"
It thought about Roland's question, then spread its fingers
(there were ten, Eddie noted) five times. Fifty. Although fifty of what, Eddie didn't know.
"And Discordia?" Roland asked sharply. "Do you truly say so?"
"Oh aye, so says me, Chevin of Chayven, son of Hamil, minstrel of the South Plains that were once my home."
"Say the name of the town that stands near Castle Discordia and I'll release you."
"Ah, gunslinger, all there are dead."
"I think not. Say it."
"Fedic!" screamed Chevin of Chayven, a wandering musica who could never have suspected its life would end in such a far, strange place-not the plains of Mid-World but the mountains of western Maine. It suddenly raised its horrid, glowing face to Roland. It spread its arms wide, like something which has been crucified. "Fedic on the far side of Thunderclap, on the Path of the Beam! On VShardik, VMaturin, the Road to the Dark T-"
Roland's revolver spoke a single time. The bullet took the kneeling thing in the center of its forehead, completing the ruin of its ruined face. As it was flung backward, Eddie saw its flesh turn to greenish smoke as ephemeral as a hornet's wing.
For a moment Eddie could see Chevin of Chayven's floating teeth like a ghostly ring of coral, and then they were gone.
Roland dropped his revolver back into his holster, then pronged the two remaining fingers of his right hand and drew them downward in front of his face, a benedictory gesture if Eddie had ever seen one.
"Give you peace," Roland said. Then he unbuckled his gunbelt and began to roll the weapon into it once more.
"Roland, was that... was it a slow mutant?"
Aye, I suppose you'd say so, poor old thing. But the Rodericks are from beyond any lands I ever knew, although before the world moved on they gave their grace to Arthur Eld." He turned to Eddie, his blue eyes burning in his tired face. "Fedic is where Mia has gone to have her baby, I have no doubt.
Where she's taken Susannah. By the last casde. We must backtrack to Thunderclap eventually, but Fedic's where we need to go first. It's good to know."
"He said he felt sad for someone. Who?"
Roland only shook his head, not answering Eddie's question.
A Coca-Cola truck blasted by, and diunder rumbled in the far west.
"Fedic O'The Discordia," the gunslinger murmured instead.
"Fedic O'The Red Death. If we can save Susannah-and Jake-we'll backtrack toward the Callas. But we'll return when our business there is done. And when we turn southeast again..."
"What?" Eddie asked uneasily. "What then, Roland?"
"Then there's no stopping until we reach the Tower." He held out his hands, watched them tremble minutely. Then he looked up at Eddie. His face was tired but unafraid. "I have never been so close. I hear all my lost friends and their lost fathers whispering to me. They whisper on the Tower's very breath."
Eddie looked at Roland for a minute, fascinated and frightened, and then broke die mood with an almost physical effort.
"Well," he said, moving back toward the driver's door of the Ford, "if any of those voices tells you what to say to Cullum-the best way to convince him of what we want-be sure to let me know."
Eddie got in the car and closed the door before Roland could reply. In his mind's eye he kept seeing Roland leveling his big revolver. Saw him aiming it at the kneeling figure and pulling the trigger. This was the man he called both dinh and friend. But could he say with any certainty that Roland wouldn't do the same thing to him... or Suze... or Jake... if his heart told him it would take him closer to his Tower? He could not. And yet he would go on with him. Would have gone on even if he'd been sure in his heart-oh, God forbid!-that Susannah was dead. Because he had to. Because Roland had become a good deal more to him than his dinh or his friend.
"My father," Eddie murmured under his breath just before Roland opened the passenger door and climbed in.
"Did you speak, Eddie?" Roland asked.
"Yes," Eddie said. "Just a little farther." My very words."
Roland nodded. Eddie dropped the transmission back into Drive and got the Ford rolling toward Turtleback Lane. Still in the distance-but a little closer than before-thunder rumbled again.
Part One THE LITTLE RED KING Chapter IV:DAN-TETE
ONE
As the baby's time neared, Susannah Dean looked around, once more counting her enemies as Roland had