Song of Susannah (The Dark Tower #6)(36)

Detta said:And she also got friens back in New York, don't forget dat.Least she want to thinkthey her friens.

So she's someone or something else, as well. Someone from the invisible world of house demons and ill-sicks. But who? Is she really one of the elementals?

Detta laughed.She say so, but she lyin bout dat, sugar! I know she is!

Then what is she? Whatwasshe, before she was Mia?

All at once a phone, amplified to almost ear-splitting shrillness, began to ring. It was so out of place on this abandoned castle tower that at first Susannah didn't know what it was. The things out there in the Discordia - jackals, hyenas, whatever they were - had been subsiding, but with the advent of this sound they began to cackle and shriek again.

Mia, daughter of none, mother of Mordred, knew that ringing for what it was immediately, however. Shecame forward. Susannah at once felt this world waver and lose its reality. It seemed almost to freeze and become something like a painting. Not a very good one, either.

"No!" she shouted, and threw herself at Mia.

But Mia - pregnant or not, scratched up or not, swollen ankles or no swollen ankles - overpowered her easily. Roland had shown them several hand-to-hand tricks (the Detta part of her had crowed with delight at the nastiness of them), but they were useless against Mia; she parried each before Susannah had done more than get started.

Sure, yes, of course, she knows your tricks just like she knows about Aunt Talitha in River Crossing and Topsy the Sailor in Lud, because she has access to your memories, because she is, at least to some extent,you -

And here her thoughts ended, because Mia had twisted her arms up behind her and oh dear God the pain was enormous.

Ain't you just the most babyish cunt,Detta said with a kind of genial, panting contempt, and before Susannah could reply, an amazing thing happened: the world ripped open like a brittle piece of paper. This rip extended from the dirty cobbles of the allure's floor to the nearest merlon and then on up into the sky. It raced into that star-shot firmament and tore the crescent moon in two.

There was a moment for Susannah to think that this was it, one or both of the final two Beams had snapped and the Tower had fallen. Then, through the rip, she saw two women lying on one of the twin beds in room 1919 of the Plaza - Park Hotel. Their arms were around each other and their eyes were shut. They were dressed in identical bloodstained shirts and bluejeans. Their features were the same, but one had legs below the knee and straight silky hair and white skin.

"Don't you mess with me!" Mia panted in her ear. Susannah could feel a fine, tickling spray of saliva. "Don't you mess with me or with my chap. Because I'm stronger, do you hear?I'm stronger! "

There was no doubt about that, Susannah thought as she was propelled toward the widening hole. At least for now.

She was pushed through the rip in reality. For a moment her skin seemed simultaneously on fire and coated with ice. Somewhere the todash chimes were ringing, and then -

Six

- she sat up on the bed. One woman, not two, but at least one with legs. Susannah was shoved, reeling, to the back. Mia in charge now. Mia reaching for the phone, at first getting it wrong-way-up and then reversing it.

"Hello? Hello!"

"Hello, Mia. My name is - "

She overrode him. "Are you going to let me keep my baby? This bitch inside me says you're not!"

There was a pause, first long and then too long. Susannah felt Mia's fear, first a rivulet and then a flood.You don't have to feel that way, she tried to tell her.You're the one with what they want, with what they need,don't you see that?

"Hello, are you there? Gods,are you there? PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE STILL THERE! "

"I'm here," the man's voice said calmly. "Shall we start again, Mia, daughter of none? Or shall I ring off until you're feeling...a little more yourself?"

"No! No, don't do that, don't do that I beg!"

"You won't interrupt me again? Because there's no reason for unseemliness."

"I promise!"

"My name is Richard P. Sayre." A name Susannah knew, but from where? "You know where you need to go, don't you?"

"Yes!" Eager now. Eager to please. "The Dixie Pig, Sixty-first and Lexingworth."

"Lexington," Sayre said. "Odetta Holmes can help you find it, I'm sure."

Susannah wanted to screamThat's not my name! She kept silent instead. This Sayre would like her to scream, wouldn't he? Would like her to lose control.

"Are you there, Odetta?" Pleasantly teasing. "Are you there, you interfering bitch?"

She kept silent.

"She's in there," Mia said. "I don't know why she's not answering, I'm not holding her just now."

"Oh, I thinkI know why," Sayre said indulgently. "She doesn't like that name, for one thing." Then, in a reference Susannah didn't get: " 'Don't call me Clay no more, Clay my slave name, call me Muhammad Ali!' Right, Susannah? Or was that after your time? A little after, I think. Sorry. Time can be so confusing, can't it? Never mind. I have something to tell you in a minute, my dear. You won't like it very much, I fear, but I think you should know."

Susannah kept silent. It was getting harder.

"As for the immediate future of your chap, Mia, I'm surprised you'd even feel it necessary to ask," Sayre told her. He was a smoothie, whoever he was, his voice containing exactly the right amount of outrage. "The King keeps his promises, unlike some I could name. And, issues of our integrity aside, think of thepractical issues! Who else should have the keeping of perhaps the most important child to ever be born...includingChrist,including Buddha,including the Prophet Muhammad? To who else's breast, if I may be crude, would we trust his suck?"