to do it himself, he said, given access to the right components, discs, and repair tutorials), so he had come back here, relying on the infrared, to pick up the remains of the shattered (and completely unneeded) incubator. He thanked her for her interest and introduced himself to her friends.
"Nice to meet you, Nige," Eddie said, "but you'll want to get started on those repairs, I kennit, so we won't keep you."
Eddie's voice was pleasant and he'd reholstered his gun, but he kept his hand on the butt. In truth he was a little bit freaked by the resemblance Nigel bore to a certain messenger robot in the town of Calla Bryn Sturgis. That one hadheld a grudge.
"No, stay," Roland said. "We may have chores for you, but for the time being I'd as soon you were quiet. Turned off, if it please you." And if it doesn't, his tone implied.
"Certainly, sai," Nigel replied in his plummy British accent.
"You may reactivate me with the words Nigel, I need you."
"Very good," Roland said.
Nigel folded his scrawny (but undoubtedly powerful)
stainless-steel arms across his chest and went still.
"Came back to pick up the broken glass," Eddie marveled.
"Maybe the Tet Corporation could sell em. Every housewife in America would want two-one for the house and one for the yard."
"The less we're involved with science, the better," Susannah said darkly. In spite of her brief nap while leaning against the door between Fedic and New York, she looked haggard, done almost to death. "Look where it's gotten this world."
Roland nodded to Jake, who told of his and Pere Callahan's adventures in the New York of 1999, beginning with the taxi that had almost hit Oy and ending with their two-man attack on the low men and the vampires in the dining room of the Dixie pig. He did not neglect to tell how they had disposed of Black Thirteen by putting it in a storage locker at the World Trade Center, where it would be safe until early June of 2002, and how they had found the turtle, which Susannah had dropped, like a message in a bottle, in the gutter outside the Dixie Pig.
"So brave," Susannah said, and ruffled Jake's hair. Then she bent to stroke Oy's head. The bumbler stretched his long neck to maximize the caress, his eyes half-closed and a grin on his foxy little face. "So damned brave. Thankee-sai, Jake."
"Thank Ake!" Oy agreed.
"If it hadn't been for the turtle, they would have gotten us both." Jake's voice was steady, but he had gone pale. "As it was, the Pere... he..."Jake wiped away a tear with the heel of his hand and gazed at Roland. 'You used his voice to send me on. I heard you."
"Aye, I had to," the gunslinger agreed. "'Twas no more than what he wanted."
Jake said, "The vampires didn't get him. He used my Ruger before they could take his blood and change him into one of them. I don't think they would've done that, anyway. They would have torn him apart and eaten him. They were mad."
Roland was nodding.
"The last thing he sent-I think he said it out loud, although I'm not sure-it was..."Jake considered it. He was weeping freely now. "He said 'May you find your Tower, Roland, and breach it, and may you climb to the top.' Then..."Jake made a little puffing sound between his pursed lips. "Gone. like a candle-flame. To whatever worlds there are."
He fell silent. For several moments they all did, and the quiet had the feel of a deliberate thing. Then Eddie said, "All right, we're back together again. What the hell do we do next?"
FOUR
Roland sat down with a grimace, then gave Eddie Dean a look which said-clearer than any words ever could have done-
Why do you try my patience?
"All right," Eddie said, "it's just a habit. Quit giving me the look."
"What's a habit, Eddie?"
Eddie thought of his final bruising, addictive year with Henry less frequently these days, but he thought of it now.
Only he didn't like to say so, not because he was ashamed-
Eddie really thought he might be past that-but because he sensed the gunslinger's growing impatience with Eddie's explaining things in terms of his big brother. And maybe that was fair. Henry had been the defining, shaping force in Eddie's life, okay. Just as Cort had been the defining, shaping force in Roland's... but the gunslinger didn't talk about his old teacher all the time.
"Asking questions when I already know the answer," Eddie said.