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ished to ask。〃
〃If you've never seen him； how do you know him？〃
〃He came to me once in a dream。 As a stripling he came to me； when I lived in a far land。 A thousand years ago； or five or ten。 He came to me in days before the old ones had yet to cross the sea。 In a land called England。 A sheaf of centuries ago he imbued me with my duty； although there were errands in between my youth and my apotheosis。 You are that； gunslinger。〃 He tittered。 〃You see； someone has taken you seriously。〃
〃This Stranger has no name？〃
〃O； he is named。〃
〃And what is his name？〃
〃Maerlyn；〃 the man in black said softly； and somewhere in the easterly darkness where the mountains lay a rockslide punctuated his words and a puma screamed like a woman。 The gunslinger shivered and the man in black flinched。 〃Yet I do not think that is what you wished to ask； either。 It is not your nature to think so far ahead。〃
The gunslinger knew the question； it had gnawed him all this night； and he thought； for years before。 It trembled on his lips but he didn't ask it。。。 not yet。
〃This Stranger； this Maerlyn； is a minion of the Tower？ Like yourself？〃
〃Much greater than I。 It has been given to him to live backward in time。 He darkies。 He tincts。 He is in all times。 Yet there is one greater than he。〃
〃Who？〃
〃The Beast；〃 the man in black whispered fearfully。 〃The keeper of the Tower。 The originator of all glammer。
〃What is it？ What does this Beast 〃
〃Ask me no more！〃 The man in black cried。 His voice aspired to sternness and crumbled into beseechment。 〃I know not！ I do not wish to know。 To speak of the Beast is to speak of the ruination of one's own soul。 Before It； Maerlyn is as Jam to him。〃
〃And beyond the Beast is the Tower and whatever the Tower contains？〃
〃Yes；〃 whispered the man in black。 〃But none of these things are what you wish to ask。〃
True。
〃All right；〃 the gunslinger said； and then asked the world's oldest question。 〃Do I know you？ Have I seen you somewhere before？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Where？〃 The gunslinger leaned forward urgently。 This was a question of his destiny。
The man in black clapped his hands to his mouth and giggled through them like a small child。 〃I think you know。 〃
〃Where！〃 He was on his feet； his hands had dropped to the worn butts of his guns。
〃Not with those； gunslinger。 Those do not open doors； those only close them forever。 〃
〃Where？〃 The gunslinger reiterated。
〃Must I give him a hint？〃 The man in black asked the darkness。 〃I believe I must 〃He looked at the gunslinger with eyes that burned。 〃There was a man who gave you advice；〃 he said。 〃Your teacher 〃
〃Yes； Cort；〃 the gunslinger interrupted impatiently。
〃The advice was to wait。 It was bad advice。 For even then Marten's plans against your father had proceeded。 And when your father returned 〃
〃He was killed；〃 the gunslinger said emptily。
〃And when you turned and looked； Marten was gone
。。。 gone west Yet there was a man in Marten's entourage； a man who affected the dress of a monk and the shaven head of a penitent 〃
〃Walter；〃 the gunslinger whispered。 〃You。 。。 you're not Marten at all。 You're Walter！〃
The man in black tittered。 〃At your service。 〃
〃I ought to kill you now。〃
〃That would hardly be fair。 After all； it was I who delivered Marten into your hands three years later； when 〃
〃Then you've controlled me。〃
〃In some ways； yes。 But no more； gunslinger。 Now es the time of sharing。 Then； in the morning； I will cast the runes。 Dreams will e to you。 And then your real quest must begin。〃
〃Walter；〃 the gunslinger repeated； stunned。
〃Sit；〃 the man in black invited。 〃I tell you my story。 Yours； I think； will be much longer。 〃
〃I don't talk of myself；〃 the gunslinger muttered。
〃Yet tonight you must So that we may understand。〃
〃Understand what？ My purpose？ You know that To find the Tower is my purpose。 I'm sworn。〃
〃Not your purpose； gunslinger。 Your mind。 Your slow； plodding； tenacious mind。 There has never been one quite like it； in all the history of the world。 Perhaps in the history of creation。
〃This is the time of speaking。 This is the time of histories。
〃Then speak。〃
The man in black shook the voluminous arm of his robe。 A foil…wrapped package fell out and caught the dying embers in many reflective folds。
〃Tobacco； gunslinger。 Would you smoke？〃
He had been able to resist the rabbit； but he could not resist this。 He opened the foil with eager fingers。 There was fine crumbled tobacco inside； and green leaves to wrap it in； amazingly moist。 He had not seen such tobacco for ten years。
He rolled two cigarettes and bit the ends of each to release flavor。 He offered one to the man in black； who took it。 Each of them took a burning twig from the fire。
The gunslinger lit his cigarette and drew the aromatic smoke deep into his lungs； closing his eyes to concentrate the senses。 He blew out with long； slow satisfaction。
〃Is it good？〃 the man in black enquired。
〃Yes。 Very good。〃
〃Enjoy it。 It may be the last smoke for you in a very long time。〃
The gunslinger took this impassively。
〃Very well；〃 the man in black said。 〃To begin then：
〃You must understand that the Tower has always been； and there have always been boys who know of it and lust for it； more than power or riches or women。。 〃
There was talk then； a night's worth of talk and God alone knew how much more； but the Gunslinger remembered little of it later。 。 。 and to his oddly practical mind； little of it seemed to matter。 The man in black told him that he must go to the sea； which lay no more than twenty easy miles to the west； and there he would be invested with the power of drawing。
〃But that's not exactly right； either；〃 the man in black said； pitching his cigarette into the remains of the campfire。 〃No one wants to invest you with a power of any kind； gunslinger； it is simply in you； and I am pelled to tell you； partly because of the sacrifice of the boy； and partly because it is the law； the natural law of things。 Water must run downhill； and you must be told。 You will draw three； I understand。。。 but I don't really care； and I don't really want to know。〃
〃The three；〃 the gunslinger murmured； thinking of the Oracle。
〃And then the fun begins。 But； by then； I'll be long gone。 Good…bye； gunslinger。 My part is done now。 The chain is still in your hands。 Beware it doesn't wrap itself around your neck。〃
pelled by something outside him； Roland said； 〃You have one more thing to say； don't you？〃
〃Yes；〃 the man in black said； and he smiled at the gunslinger with his depthless eyes and stretched one of his hands out toward him。 〃Let there be light。〃
And there was light。
Roland awoke by the ruins of the campfire to find himself ten years older。 His black hair had thinned at the temples and gone the gray of cobwebs at the end of autumn。 The lines in his face were deeper； his skin rougher。
The remains of the wood he had carried had turned to ironwood； and the man in black was a laughing skeleton in a rotting black robe； more bones in this place of bones； one more skull in Golgotha。
The gunslinger stood up and looked around。 He looked at the light and saw that the light was good。
With a sudden quick gesture he reached toward the remains of his panion of the night before。。； a night that had somehow lasted ten