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He followed the vector of Jake's finger upward； past the rise of the green plain to the naked and flashing cliffs and gorges above it 。 。 。 and on up toward the snowcap itself。
Faint and far； nothing but a tiny dot （it might have been one of those motes that dance perpetually in front of the eyes； except for its constancy）； the gunslinger beheld the man in black； moving up the slopes with deadly progress； a minuscule fly on a huge granite wall。
〃Is that him？〃 Jake asked。
The gunslinger looked at the depersonalized mote doing its faraway acrobatics； feeling nothing but a premonition of sorrow。
〃That's him； Jake。〃
〃Do you think we'll catch him？〃
〃Not on this side。 On the other。 And not if we stand here talking about it。〃
〃They're so high；〃 Jake said。 〃What's on the other side？〃
〃I don't know；〃 the gunslinger said。 〃I don't think anybody does。 Maybe they did once。 e on； boy。〃
They began to move upward again； sending small runnels of pebbles and sand down toward the desert that washed away behind them in a flat bake…sheet that seemed to never end。 Above them； far above； the man in black moved up and up and up。 It was impossible to see if he looked back。 He seemed to leap across impossible gulfs； to scale sheer faces。 Once or twice he disappeared； but always they saw him again； until the violet curtain of dusk shut him out of their view。 When they made their camp for the evening； the boy spoke little； and the gunslinger wondered if the boy knew what he had already intuited。 He thought of Cuthbert's face； hot； dismayed； excited。 He thought of the crumbs。 He thought of the birds。 It ends this way； he thought。 Again and again it ends this way。 There are quests and roads that lead ever onward； and all of them end in the same place upon the killing ground。
Except； perhaps； the road to the Tower。
The boy； the sacrifice； his face innocent and very young in the light of their tiny fire； had fallen asleep over his beans。 The gunslinger covered him with the horse blanket and then curled up to sleep himself。
THE ORACLE AND THE MOUNTAINS
I
The boy found the oracle and it almost destroyed him。
Some thin instinct brought the gunslinger up from sleep to the velvet darkness； which had fallen on them at dusk like a shroud of well water。 That had been when he and Jake reached the grassy； nearly level oasis above the first rise of tumbled foothills。 Even on the hardscrabble below； where they had toiled and fought for every foot in the killer sun； they had been able to hear the sound of crickets rubbing their legs seductively together in the perpetual green of willow groves above them。 The gunslinger remained calm in his mind； and the boy had kept up at least the pretense of a facade； and that had made the gunslinger proud。 But Jake hadn't been able to hide the wildness in his eyes； which were white and starey； the eyes of a horse scenting water and held back from bolting only by the tenuous chain of its master's mind； like a horse at the point where only understanding； not the spur； could hold it steady。 The gunslinger could gauge the need in Jake by the madness the sounds of the crickets bred in him。
The sun trampled down on them all the way； even when it turned a swollen； feverish red with sunset； it shone perversely through the knife…cut in the hills off to their left； blinding them and making every teardrop of sweat into a prism of pain。
Then there was grass： at first only yellow scrub； clinging to the bleak soil where the last of the runoff reached with gruesome vitality。 Further up there was witchgrass； sparse； then green and rank。。。 then the first sweet smell of real grass； mixed with timothy and shaded by the first of the dwarfed firs。 There the gunslinger saw an arc of brown movements in the shadows。 He drew； fired； and felled the rabbit all before Jake could begin to cry out his surprise。 A moment later he had reholstered the gun。
〃Here；〃 the gunslinger said。 Up ahead the grass deepened into a jungle of green willows that was shocking after the parched sterility of the endless hardpan。 There would be a spring； perhaps several of them； and it would be even cooler； but it was better out here in the open。 The boy had pushed every step he could push； and there might be sucker…bats in the deeper shadows of the grove。 The bats might break the boy's sleep； no matter how deep it was； and if they were vampires； neither of them might awaken。。。 at least； not in this world。
The boy said； 〃I'll get some wood。〃
The gunslinger smiled。 〃No； you won't。 Sit yourself； Jake。〃 Whose phrase had that been？ Some woman。
The boy sat When the gunslinger got back； Jake was asleep in the grass。 A large praying mantis was performing ablutions on the springy stem of Jake's cowlick。 The gunslinger set the fire and went after water。
The willow jungle was deeper than he had suspected； and confusing in the failing light。 But he found a spring； richly guarded by frogs and peepers。 He filled one of their waterskins。。。 and paused。 The sounds that filled the night awoke an uneasy sensuality in him； a feeling that not even Allie； the woman he had bedded with in Tull； had been able to bring to the fore。 Sensuality and fucking are； after all； cousins of the most tenuous relation。 He chalked it up to the sudden blinding change from the desert。 The softness of the dark seemed nearly decadent
He returned to the camp and skinned the rabbit while water boiled over the fire。 Mixed with the last of their canned food； the rabbit made an excellent stew。 He woke Jake and watched him as he ate； bleary but ravenous。
〃We stay here tomorrow；〃 the gunslinger said。
〃But that man you're after。。； that priest〃
〃He's no priest And don't worry。 We've got him。〃
〃How do you know that？〃
The gunslinger could only shake his head。 The knowledge was strong in him。。； but it was not a good knowledge。
After the meal； he rinsed the cans they had eaten from （marveling again at his own water extravagance）； and when he turned around； Jake was asleep again。 The gunslinger felt the now…familiar rising and falling in his chest that he could only identify with Cuthbert。 Cuthbert had been Roland's own age； but he had seemed so much younger。
His cigarette drooped toward the grass； and he tossed it into the fire。 He looked at it； the clear yellow burn so different； so much cleaner； from the way the devil…grass burned。 The air was wonderfully cool； and he lay down with his back to the fire。 Far away； through the gash that led the way into the mountains； he heard the thick mouth of the perpetual thunder。 He slept And dreamed。
Susan； his beloved； was dying before his eyes：
As he watched； his arms held by two villagers on each side； his neck dog…caught in a huge； rusty iron collar； she was dying。 Even through the thick stench of the fire Roland could smell the dankness of the pit。。。 and he could see the color of his own madness。 Susan； lovely girl at the window； horse…drover's daughter。
She was turning black in the flames； her skin cracking open。
〃The boy！〃 She was screaming。 〃Roland； the boy！〃
He whirled； pulling his captors with him。 The collar ripped at his neck and he heard the hitching； strangled sounds that were ing from his own throat。 There was a sickish…sweet smell of barbecuing meat