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They moved on another five yards and then Roland stopped again。 He drew his gun and used the barrel to brush aside a branch which hung heavy with sunset…tinted leaves。 Eddie looked through this small opening and into the clearing where the bear had lived for so long…the base of operations from which he had set forth on his many expeditions of pillage and terror。
There was no undergrowth here； the ground had been beaten bald long since。 A stream emerged from the base of a rock wall about fifty feet high and ran through the arrowhead…shaped clearing。 On their side of the stream； backed up against the wall； was a metal box about nine feet high。 Its roof was curved； and it reminded Eddie of a subway entrance。 The front was painted in diagonal yellow and black stripes。 The earth which floored the clearing was not black； like the topsoil in the forest； but a strange powdery gray。 It was littered with bones； and after a moment Eddie realized that what he had taken for gray soil was more bones； bones so old they were crumbling back to dust。
Things were moving in the dirt…the things making the squealing； chittering noises。 Four 。 。 。 no； five of them。 Small metal devices； the largest about the size of a Collie pup。 They were robots； Eddie realized； or something like robots。 They were similar to each other and to the bear they had undoubtedly served in one way only…atop each of them； a tiny radar…dish turned rapidly。
More thinking caps； Eddie thought。 My God； what kind of world is this； anyway？
The largest of these devices looked a little like the Tonka tractor Eddie had gotten for his sixth or seventh birthday； its treads churned up tiny gray clouds of bone…dust as it rolled along。 Another looked like a stainless steel rat。 A third appeared to be a snake constructed of jointed steel segments…it writhed and humped its way along。 They formed a rough circle on the far side of the stream； going around and around on a deep course they had carved in the ground。 Looking at them made Eddie think of cartoons he had seen in the stacks of old Saturday Evening Post magazines his mother had for some reason saved and stored in the front hall of their apartment。 In the cartoons； worried； cigarette…smoking men paced ruts in the carpet while they waited for their wives to give birth。
As his eyes grew used to the simple geography of the clearing； Eddie saw that there were a great many more than five of these assorted freaks。 There were at least a dozen others that he could see and probably more hidden behind the bony remains of the bear's old kills。 The difference was that the others weren't moving。 The members of the bear's mechani…cal retinue had died； one by one； over the long years until just this little group of five were left 。。 。 and they did not sound very healthy； with their squeaks and squalls and rusty chitterings。 The snake in particular had a hesitant； crippled look as it followed the mechanical rat around and around the circle。 Every now and then the device which followed the snake…a steel block that walked on stubby mechanical legs…would catch up with it and give the snake a nudge； as if telling it to hurry the fuck up。
Eddie wondered what their job had been。 Surely not protection； the bear had been built to protect itself； and Eddie guessed that if old Shardik had e upon the three of them while still in its prime； it would have chewed them up and spat them out in short order。 Perhaps these little robots had been its maintenance crew； or scouts； or messen…gers。 He guessed that they could be dangerous； but only in their own defense 。。。 or their master's。 They did not seem warlike。
There was； in fact； something pitiful about them。 Most of the crew was now defunct； their master was gone； and Eddie believed they knew it somehow。 It was not menace they projected but a strange； inhuman sadness。 Old and almost worn out； they paced and rolled and wriggled their anxious way around the worry…track they had dug in this godforsaken clearing； and it almost seemed to Eddie that he could read the confused run of their thoughts； Oh dear； oh dear； what now？ What is our purpose； now that He is gone？ And who will take care of us； now that He is gone？ Oh dear； oh dear； oh dear 。 。 。
Eddie felt a tug on the back of his leg and came very close to screaming in fear and surprise。 He wheeled； cocking Roland's gun； and saw Susannah looking up at him with wide eyes。 Eddie let out a long breath and dropped the hammer carefully back to its resting position。 He knelt； put his hands on Susannah's shoulders； kissed her cheek； then whispered in her ear： 〃I came really close to putting a bullet in your silly head…what are you doing here？〃
〃Wanted to see；〃 she whispered back； looking not even slightly abashed。 Her eyes shifted to Roland as he also hunkered beside her。 〃Besides； it was spooky back there by myself。〃
She had sustained a number of small scratches crawling after them through the brush； but Roland had to admit to himself that she could be as quiet as a ghost when she wanted to be； he hadn't heard a thing。 He took a rag （the last remnant of his old shirt） from his back pocket and wiped the little trickles of blood from her arms。 He examined his work for a moment and then dabbed at a small nick on her forehead as well。 〃Have your look； then；〃 he said。 His voice was hardly more than the movement of his lips。 〃I guess you earned it。〃
He used one hand to open a sightline at her level in the hock and greenberry bushes； then waited while she stared raptly into the clearing。 At last she pulled back and Roland allowed the bushes to close again。
〃I feel sorry for them；〃 she whispered。 〃Isn't that crazy？〃
〃Not at all；〃 Roland whispered back。 〃They are creatures of great sadness； I think； in their own strange way。 Eddie is going to put them out of their misery。〃
Eddie began to shake his head at once。
〃Yes； you are 。 。 。 unless you want to hunker here in what you call 'the toolies' all night。 Go for the hats。 The little twirling things。〃
〃What if I miss？〃 Eddie whispered at him furiously。
Roland shrugged。
Eddie stood up and reluctantly cocked the gunslinger's revolver again。 He looked through the bushes at the circling servomechanisms； going around and around in their lonely； useless orbit。 It'll be like shoot…ing puppies； he thought glumly。 Then he saw one of them…it was the thing that looked like a walking box…extrude an ugly…looking pincer device from its middle and clamp it for a moment on the snake。 The snake made a surprised buzzing sound and leaped ahead。 The walking box withdrew its pincer。
Well 。 。 。 maybe not exactly like shooting puppies； Eddie decided。 He glanced at Roland again。 Roland looked back expressionlessly； arms folded across his chest。
You pick some goddam strange times to keep school； buddy。
Eddie thought of Susannah； first shooting the bear in the ass； then blowing its sensor device to smithereens as it bore down on her and Roland； and felt a little ashamed of himself。 And there was more： part of him wanted to go for it； just as part of him had wanted to go up against Balazar and his crew of plug…uglies in The Leaning Tower。 The pulsion was probabl