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peace at the end of your course,thou Child of Roderick? Would’ee have the peace of the clearing?”
    “Aye, my dear,” it said, sobbing, then added a great deal more in some gibberish tongue Eddie couldn’t understand. Eddie looked both ways along Route 7, expecting to see traffic—this was the height of the summer season, after all—but spied nothing in either direction. For the moment, at least, their luck still held.
    “How many of you are there in these parts?” Roland asked, interrupting the walk-in. As he spoke, he drew his revolver and raised that old engine of death until it lay against his shirt.
    The Child of Roderick tossed its hand at the horizon without looking up. “Delah, gunslinger,” he said, “for here the worlds are thin, say anro con fa; sey-sey desene fanno billet cobair can. I Chevin devar dan do. Because I felt sat for dem. Can-toi, can-tah, can Discordia, aven la cam mah can. May-mi? Iffin lah vainen, eth —”
    “How many dan devar ?”
    It thought about Roland’s question, then spread its fingers (there were ten, Eddie noted) five times. Fifty. Although fifty of what, Eddie didn’t know.
    “And Discordia?” Roland asked sharply. “Do you truly say so?”
    “Oh aye, so says me, Chevin of Chayven, son of Hamil, minstrel of the South Plains that were once my home.”
    “Say the name of the town that stands near Castle Discordia and I’ll release you.”
    “Ah, gunslinger, all there are dead.”
    “I think not. Say it.”
    “Fedic!” screamed Chevin of Chayven, a wandering musica who could never have suspected itslife would end in such a far, strange place—not the plains of Mid-World but the mountains of western Maine. It suddenly raised its horrid, glowing face to Roland. It spread its arms wide, like something which has been crucified. “Fedic on the far side of Thunderclap, on the Path of the Beam! On V Shardik, V Maturin, the Road to the Dark T —”
    Roland’s revolver spoke a single time. The bullet took the kneeling thing in the center of its forehead, completing the ruin of its ruined face. As it was flung backward, Eddie saw its flesh turn to greenish smoke as ephemeral as a hornet’s wing. For a moment Eddie could see Chevin of Chayven’s floating teeth like a ghostly ring of coral, and then they were gone.
    Roland dropped his revolver back into his holster, then pronged the two remaining fingers of his right hand and drew them downward in front of his face, a benedictory gesture if Eddie had ever seen one.
    “Give you peace,” Roland said. Then he unbuckled his gunbelt and began to roll the weapon into it once more.
    “Roland, was that . . . was it a slow mutant?”
    “Aye, I suppose you’d say so, poor old thing. But the Rodericks are from beyond any lands I ever knew, although before the world moved on they gave their grace to Arthur Eld.” He turned to Eddie, his blue eyes burning in his tired face. “Fedic is where Mia has gone to have her baby, I have no doubt. Where she’s taken Susannah. By the last castle. We must backtrack to Thunderclap eventually, but Fedic’s where we need to go first. It’s good to know.”
    “He said he felt sad for someone. Who?”
    Roland only shook his head, not answering Eddie’s question. A Coca-Cola truck blasted by, and thunder rumbled in the far west.
    “Fedic o’ the Discordia,” the gunslinger murmured instead. “Fedic o’ the Red Death. If we can save Susannah—and Jake—we’ll backtrack toward the Callas. But we’ll return when our business there is done. And when we turn southeast again . . .”
    “What?” Eddie asked uneasily. “What then, Roland?”
    “Then there’s no stopping until we reach the Tower.” He held out his hands, watched them tremble minutely. Then he looked up at Eddie. His face was tired but unafraid. “I have never been so close. I hear all my lost friends and their lost fathers whispering to me. They whisper on the Tower’s very breath.”
    Eddie looked at Roland for a