Song of Susannah (The Dark Tower #6)(92)

"Stop your snivelment," Roland said (with a remarkable lack of sympathy, to Eddie's way of thinking), and King stilled.

The gunslinger sat thinking, then raised his head.

"Why did you stop writing the story when I came to the Western Sea?"

"Are you dumb? BecauseI don't want to be Gan! I turned aside from Dis, I should be able to turn aside from Gan, as well. I love my wife. I love my kids. I love to write stories, but I don't want to writeyour story. I'm always afraid. He looks for me. The Eye of the King."

"But not since you stopped," Roland said.

"No, since then he looks for me not, he sees me not."

"Nevertheless, you must go on."

King's face twisted, as if in pain, then smoothed out into the previous look of sleep.

Roland raised his mutilated right hand. "When you do, you'll start with how I lost my fingers. Do you remember?"

"Lobstrosities," King said. "Bit them off."

"And how do you know that?"

King smiled a little and made a gentlewissshhh ing sound. "The wind blows," said he.

"Gan bore the world and moved on," Roland replied. "Is that what you mean to say?"

"Aye, and the world would have fallen into the abyss if not for the great turtle. Instead of falling, it landed on his back."

"So we're told, and we all say thank ya. Start with the lobstrosities biting off my fingers."

"Dad-a-jum, dad-a-jingers, goddam lobsters bit off your fingers," King said, and actually laughed.

"Yes."

"Would have saved me a lot of trouble if you'd died, Roland son of Steven."

"I know. Eddie and my other friends, as well." A ghost of a smile touched the corners of the gunslinger's mouth. "Then, after the lobstrosities - "

"Eddie comes, Eddie comes," King interrupted, and made a dreamy little flapping gesture with his right hand, as if to say he knew all that and Roland shouldn't waste his time. "The Prisoner the Pusher the Lady of Shadows. The butcher the baker the candle-mistaker." He smiled. "That's how my son Joe says it. When?"

Roland blinked, caught by surprise.

"When, when,when? " King raised his hand and Eddie watched with surprise as the toaster, the waffle maker, and the drainer full of clean dishes rose and floated in the sunshine.

"Are you asking me when you should start again?"

"Yes, yes,yes! " A knife rose out of the floating dish drainer and flew the length of the room. There it stuck, quivering, in the wall. Then everything settled back into place again.

Roland said, "Listen for the song of the Turtle, the cry of the Bear."

"Song of Turtle, cry of Bear. Maturin, from the Patrick O'Brian novels. Shardik from the Richard Adams novel."

"Yes. If you say so."

"Guardians of the Beam."

"Yes."

"Ofmy Beam."

Roland looked at him fixedly. "Do you say so?"

"Yes."

"Then let it be so. When you hear the song of the Turtle or the cry of the Bear, then you must start again."

"When I open my eye to your world, he sees me." A pause."It."

"I know. We'll try to protect you at those times, just as we intend to protect the rose."

King smiled. "I love the rose."

"Have you seen it?" Eddie asked.

"Indeed I have, in New York. Up the street from the U.N. Plaza Hotel. It used to be in the deli. Tom and Jerry's. In the back. Now it's in the vacant lot where the deli was."



"You'll tell our story until you're tired," Roland said. "When you can't tell any more, when the Turtle's song and the Bear's cry grow faint in your ears, then will you rest. And when you can begin again, youwill begin again. You - "

"Roland?"

"Sai King?"

"I'll do as you say. I'll listen for the song of the Turtle and each time I hear it, I'll go on with the tale. If I live. But you must listen, too. Forher song."

"Whose?"

"Susannah's. The baby will kill her if you aren't quick. And your ears must be sharp."

Eddie looked at Roland, frightened. Roland nodded. It was time to go.

"Listen to me, sai King. We're well-met in Bridgton, but now we must leave you."

"Good," King said, and he spoke with such unfeigned relief that Eddie almost laughed.

"You will stay here, right where you are, for ten minutes. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Then you'll wake up. You'll feel very well. You won't remember that we were here, except in the very deepest depths of your mind."

"In the mudholes."

"The mudholes, do ya. On top, you'll think you had a nap. A wonderful, refreshing nap. You'll get your son and go to where you're supposed to go. You'll feel fine. You'll go on with your life. You'll write many stories, but every one will be to some greater or lesser degree about this story. Do you understand?"

"Yar," King said, and he sounded so much like Roland when Roland was gruff and tired that Eddie's back pricked up in gooseflesh again. "Because what's seen can't be unseen. What's known can't be unknown." He paused. "Save perhaps in death."