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that he no longer even considered odd。
The vines bled green sap over his hands as he carried them back to where Jake waited。
They were up with the sun and packed in half an hour。 The gunslinger hoped to shoot another rabbit in the meadow as they fed； but time was short and no rabbit showed itself。 The bundle of their remaining food was now so small and light that Jake carried it easily。 He had toughened up； this boy； you could see it。
The gunslinger carried their water； freshly drawn from one of the springs。 He looped his three vine ropes around his belly。 They gave the circle of stones a wide berth （the gunslinger was afraid the boy might feel a recurrence of fear； but when they passed above it on a stony rise； Jake only offered it a passing glance and then looked at a bird that hovered upwind）。 Soon enough； the trees began to lose their height and lushness。 Trunks were twisted and roots seemed to struggle with the earth in a tortured hunt for moisture。
〃It's all so old；〃 Jake said glumly when they paused for a rest。 〃Isn't there anything young？〃
The gunslinger smiled and gave Jake an elbow。 〃You are；〃 he said。
〃Will it be a hard climb？〃
The gunslinger looked at him； curious。 〃The mountains are high。 Don't you think it will be a hard climb？〃
Jake looked back at him； his eyes clouded； puzzled。 〃No。〃
They went on。
The sun climbed to its zenith； seemed to hang there more briefly than it ever had during the desert crossing； and then passed on； giving them back their shadows。 Shelves of rock protruded from the rising land like the arms of giant easychairs buried in the earth。 The scrub grass turned yellow and sere。 Finally they were faced with a deep； chimneylike crevasse in their path and they scaled a short； peeling rise of rock to get around and above it。 The ancient granite had faulted on lines that were steplike； and as they had both intuited； the climb was an easy one。 They paused on the four…foot…wide scarp at the top and looked back over the falling land to the desert； which curled around the upland like a huge yellow paw。 Further off it gleamed at them in a white shield that dazzled the eye； receding into dim waves of rising heat。 The gunslinger felt faintly amazed at the realization that this desert had nearly murdered him。
From where they stood； in a new coolness； the desert certainly appeared momentous； but not deadly。
They turned back to the business of the climb； scrambling over jackstraw falls of rock and crouch…walking up inclined planes of stone shot with glitters of quartz and mica。 The rock was pleasantly warm to the touch； but the air was definitely cooler。 In the late afternoon the gunslinger heard the faint sound of thunder。 The rising line of the mountains obscured the sight of the rain on the other side； however。
When the shadows began to turn purple； they camped in the overhang of a jutting brow of rock。 The gunslinger anchored their blanket above and below； fashioning a kind of shanty lean…to。 They sat at the mouth of it； watching the sky spread a cloak over the world。 Jake dangled his feet over the drop。 The gunslinger rolled his evening smoke and eyed Jake half humorously。 〃Don't roll over in your sleep；〃 he said； 〃or you may wake up in hell。〃
〃I won't；〃 Jake replied seriously。 〃My mother says He broke it off。
〃She says what？〃
〃That I sleep like a dead man；〃 Jake finished。 He looked at the gunslinger； who saw that the boy's mouth was trembling as he strove to keep back tears only a boy； he thought； and pain smote him； like the ice pick that too much cold water can sometimes plant in the forehead。 Only a boy。 Why？ Silly question。 When a boy； wounded in body or spirit； called that question out to Cort； that ancient； scarred baffle…engine whose job it was to teach the sons of gunslingers the beginning of what they had to know； Cort would answer：
Why is a crooked letter and can't be made straight。。。 never mind why； just get up； pus…head！ Gel up！ The day's young！
〃Why am I here？〃 Jake asked。 〃Why did I forget everything from before？〃
〃Because the man in black has drawn you here；〃 the gunslinger said。 〃And because of the Tower。 The Tower stands at a kind of。。。 power…nexus。 In time。 〃
〃I don't understand that！〃
〃Nor do I；〃 the gunslinger said。 〃But something has been happening。 Just in my own time。 'The world has moved on；' we say。。。 we've always said。 But it's moving on faster now。 Something has happened to time。〃
They sat in silence。 A breeze； faint but with an edge； picked at their legs。 Somewhere it made a hollow whooooo in a rock fissure。
〃Where do you e from？〃 Jake asked。
〃From a place that no longer exists。 Do you know the Bible？〃
〃Jesus and Moses。 Sure。〃
The gunslinger smiled。 〃That's right。 My land had a Biblical name New Canaan； it was called。 The land of milk and honey。 In the Bible's Canaan； there were supposed to be grapes so big that men had to carry them on sledges。 We didn't grow them that big； but it was a sweet land。〃
〃I know about Ulysses；〃 Jake said hesitantly。 〃Was he in the Bible？〃
〃Maybe；〃 the gunslinger said。 〃The Book is lost now all except the parts I was forced to memorize。
〃But the others 〃
〃No others；〃 the gunslinger said。 〃I'm the last。〃
A tiny wasted moon began to rise； casting its slitted gaze down into the tumble of rocks where they sat。
〃Was it pretty？ Your country。。； your land？〃
〃It was beautiful；〃 the gunslinger said absently。 〃There were fields and rivers and mists in the morning。 But that's only pretty。 My mother used to say that。。； and that the only real beauty is order and love and light。〃
Jake made a nonmittal noise。
The gunslinger smoked and thought of how it had been
the nights in the huge central hall； hundreds of richly clad figures moving through the slow； steady waltz steps or the faster； light ripples of the pol…kam； Aileen on his arm； her eyes brighter than the most precious gems； the light of the crystal…enclosed electric lights making highlights in the newly done hair of the courtesans and their half…cynical amours。 The hall had been huge； an island of light whose age was beyond telling； as was the whole Central Place； which was made up of nearly a hundred stone castles。 It had been twelve years since he had seen it； and leaving for the last time； Roland had ached as he turned his face away from it and began his first cast for the trail of the man in black。 Even then； twelve years ago； the walls had fallen； weeds grew in the courtyards； bats roosted amongst the great beams of the central hall； and the galleries echoed with the soft swoop and whisper of swallows。 The fields where Cort had taught them archery and gunnery and falconry were gone to hay and timo
〃Was there a war？〃 Jake asked。
〃Even better；〃 the gunslinger said and pitched the last smoldering ember of his cigarette away。 〃There was a revolution。 We won every battle； and lost the war。 No one won the war； unless maybe it was the scavengers。 There must have been rich pickings for years after。〃
〃I wish I'd lived there；〃 Jake said wistfully。
〃It was another world；〃 the gunslinger said。 〃Time to turn in。〃
The boy； now only a dim shadow； turned on his side and curled up with the blanket tossed loosely over him。 The gunslinger sat sentinel over him for perhaps an h