Song of Susannah (The Dark Tower #6)(82)

The gunslinger said, "I used to think the most terrible thing would be to reach the Dark Tower and find the top room empty. The God of all universes either dead or nonexistent in the first place. But now...suppose thereis someone there, Eddie? Someone in charge who turns out to be..." He couldn't finish.

Eddie could. "Someone who turns out to be just another bumhug? Is that it? God not dead but feeble-minded and malicious?"

Roland nodded. This was not, in fact, precisely what he was afraid of, but he thought Eddie had at least come close.

"How can that be, Roland? Considering what we feel?"

Roland shrugged, as if to say anything could be.

"In any case, what choice do we have?"

"None," Roland said bleakly. "All things serve the Beam."

Whatever the great and singing force was, it seemed to be coming from the road that ran west from the shopping center, back into the woods. Kansas Road, according to the sign, and that made Eddie think of Dorothy and Toto and Blaine the Mono.

He dropped the transmission of their borrowed Ford into Drive and started rolling forward. His heart was beating in his chest with slow, exclamatory force. He wondered if Moses had felt like this when he approached the burning bush which contained God. He wondered if Jacob had felt like this, awakening to find a stranger, both radiant and fair, in his camp - the angel with whom he would wrestle. He thought that they probably had. He felt sure that another part of their journey was about to come to an end - another answer lay up ahead.

God living on Kansas Road, in the town of Bridgton, Maine? It should have sounded crazy, but didn't.

Just don't strike me dead,Eddie thought, and turned west.I need to get back to my sweetheart, so please don't strike me dead, whoever or whatever you are.

"Man, I'm so scared," he said.

Roland reached out and briefly grasped his hand.

Two

Three miles from the shopping center, they came to a dirt road which struck off into the pine trees on their left. There had been other byways, which Eddie had passed without slowing from the steady thirty miles an hour he had been maintaining, but at this one he stopped.

Both front windows were down. They could hear the wind in the trees, the grouchy call of a crow, the not-too-distant buzz of a powerboat, and the rumble of the Ford's engine. Except for a hundred thousand voices singing in rough harmony, those were the only sounds. The sign marking the turnoff said no more than PRIVATE DRIVE. Nevertheless, Eddie was nodding.

"This is it."

"Yes, I know. How's your leg?"

"Hurts. Don't worry about it. Are we gonna do this?"

"Wehave to," Roland said. "You were right to bring us here. What's here is the other half ofthis. " He tapped the paper in his pocket, the one conveying ownership of the vacant lot to the Tet Corporation.

"You think this guy King is the rose's twin."

"You say true." Roland smiled at his own choice of words. Eddie thought he'd rarely seen one so sad. "We've picked up the Calla way of talking, haven't we? Jake first, then all of us. But that will fall away."

"Further to go," Eddie said. It wasn't a question.

"Aye, and it will be dangerous. Still...maybe nothing so dangerous as this. Shall we roll?"

"In a minute. Roland, do you remember Susannah mentioning a man named Moses Carver?"

"A stem...which is to say a man of affairs. He took over her father's business when sai Holmes died, am I correct?"

"Yeah. He was also Suze's godfather. She said he could be trusted completely. Remember how mad she got at Jake and me when we suggested he might have stolen the company's money?"

Roland nodded.

"I trust her judgment," Eddie said. "What about you?"

"Yes."

"If Carveris honest, we might be able to put him in charge of the things we need to accomplish in this world."

None of this seemed terribly important compared to the force Eddie felt rising all around him, but he thought it was. They might only have one chance to protect the rose now and ensure its survival later. They had to do it right, and Eddie knew that meant heeding the will of destiny.

In a word, ka.

"Suze says Holmes Dental was worth eight or ten million when you snatched her out of New York, Roland. If Carver's as good as I hope he is, the company might be worth twelve or fourteen million by now."

"That's a lot?"

"Delah," Eddie said, tossing his open hand at the horizon, and Roland nodded. "It sounds funny to talk about using the profits from some kind of dental process to save the universe, but that's just what Iam talking about. And the money the tooth-fairy left her may only be the beginning. Microsoft, for instance. Remember me mentioning that name to Tower?"

Roland nodded. "Slow down, Eddie.Calm down, I beg."

"I'm sorry," Eddie said, and pulled in a deep breath. "It's this place. The singing. Thefaces ...do you see the faces in the trees? In the shadows?"

"I see them very well."

"It makes me feel a little crazy. Bear with me. What I'm talking about is merging Holmes Dental and the Tet Corporation, then using our knowledge of the future to turn it into one of the richest combinations in the history of the world. Resources to equal those of the Sombra Corporation...or maybe North Central Positronics itself."