sk.thegunslinger-第21节
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〃Maybe；〃 the gunslinger said。 〃The Book is lost now all except the parts I was forced to memorize。
〃But the others 〃
〃No others；〃 the gunslinger said。 〃I'm the last。〃
A tiny wasted moon began to rise； casting its slitted gaze down into the tumble of rocks where they sat。
〃Was it pretty？ Your country。。； your land？〃
〃It was beautiful；〃 the gunslinger said absently。 〃There were fields and rivers and mists in the morning。 But that's only pretty。 My mother used to say that。。； and that the only real beauty is order and love and light。〃
Jake made a nonmittal noise。
The gunslinger smoked and thought of how it had been
the nights in the huge central hall； hundreds of richly clad figures moving through the slow； steady waltz steps or the faster； light ripples of the pol…kam； Aileen on his arm； her eyes brighter than the most precious gems； the light of the crystal…enclosed electric lights making highlights in the newly done hair of the courtesans and their half…cynical amours。 The hall had been huge； an island of light whose age was beyond telling； as was the whole Central Place； which was made up of nearly a hundred stone castles。 It had been twelve years since he had seen it； and leaving for the last time； Roland had ached as he turned his face away from it and began his first cast for the trail of the man in black。 Even then； twelve years ago； the walls had fallen； weeds grew in the courtyards； bats roosted amongst the great beams of the central hall； and the galleries echoed with the soft swoop and whisper of swallows。 The fields where Cort had taught them archery and gunnery and falconry were gone to hay and timo
〃Was there a war？〃 Jake asked。
〃Even better；〃 the gunslinger said and pitched the last smoldering ember of his cigarette away。 〃There was a revolution。 We won every battle； and lost the war。 No one won the war； unless maybe it was the scavengers。 There must have been rich pickings for years after。〃
〃I wish I'd lived there；〃 Jake said wistfully。
〃It was another world；〃 the gunslinger said。 〃Time to turn in。〃
The boy； now only a dim shadow； turned on his side and curled up with the blanket tossed loosely over him。 The gunslinger sat sentinel over him for perhaps an hour after； thinking his long； sober thoughts。 Such meditation was a new thing for him； novel； sweet in a melancholy sort of way； but still utterly without practical value： there was no solution to the problem of Jake other than the one the Oracle had offered and that was simply not possible。 There might have been tragedy in the situation； but the gunslinger did not see that； he saw only the predestination that had always been there。 And finally； his more natural character reasserted itself and he slept deeply； with no dreams。
The climb became grimmer on the following day as they continued to angle toward the narrow V of the pass through the mountains。 The gunslinger pushed slowly； still with no sense of hurry。 The dead stone beneath their feet left no trace of the man in black； but the gunslinger knew he had been this way before them and not only from the path of his climb as he and Jake had observed him； tiny and bug…like； from the foothills。 His aroma was printed on every cold downdraft of air。 It was an oily； sardonic odor； as bitter。 to his nose as the aroma of devil…grass。
Jake's hair had grown much longer； and it curled slightly at the base of his sunburned neck。 He climbed tough； moving with sure…footedness and no apparent acrophobia as they crossed gaps or scaled their way up ledged facings。 Twice already he had gone up in places the gunslinger could not have managed。 Jake had anchored one of the ropes so that the gunslinger could climb up hand over hand。
The following morning they climbed through a coldly damp snatch of cloud that began blotting out the tumbled slopes below them。 Patches of hard； granulated snow began to appear nestled in some of the deeper pockets of stone。 It glittered like quartz and its texture was as dry as sand。 That afternoon they found a single footprint in one of these snow…patches。 Jake stared at it for a moment with awful fascination； then looked up frightfully； as if expecting to see the man in black materialize into his own footprint。 The gunslinger tapped him on the shoulder then and pointed ahead。 〃Go。 The day's getting old。〃
Later； they made camp in the last of the daylight on a wide； flat ledge to the east and north of the cut that slanted into the heart of the mountains。 The air was frigid； they could see the puffs of their breath； and the humid sound of thunder in the red…and…purple afterglow of the day was surreal； slightly lunatic。
The gunslinger thought the boy might begin to question him； but there were no questions from Jake。 The boy fell almost immediately into sleep。 The gunslinger followed his example。 He dreamed again of the dark place in the earth； the dungeon； and again of Jake as an alabaster saint with a nail through his forehead。 He awoke with a gasp； instinctively reaching for the jawbone that was no longer there； expecting to feel the grass of that ancient grove。 He felt rock instead； and the cold thinness of altitude in his lungs。 Jake was asleep beside him； but his sleep was not easy： he twisted and mumbled inarticulate words to himself； chasing his own phantoms。 The gunslinger laid over uneasily； and slept again。
They were another week before they reached the end of the beginning for the gunslinger； a twisted prologue of twelve years； from the final crash of his native place and the gathering of the other three。 For Jake； the gateway had been a strange death in another world。 For the gunslinger it had been a stranger death yet the endless hunt for the man in black through a world with neither map nor memory。 Cuthbert and the others were gone； all of them gone：
Randolph； Jamie de Curry； Aileen； Susan； Marten （yes； they had dragged him down； and there had been gunplay； and even that grape had been bitter）。 Until finally only three remained of the old world； three like dreadful cards from a terrible deck of tarot cards： gunslinger； man in black； and the Dark Tower。
A week after Jake saw the footstep； they faced the man in black for a brief moment of time。 In that moment； the gunslinger felt he could almost understand the gravid implication of the Tower itself； for that moment seemed to stretch out forever。
They continued southwest； reaching a point perhaps halfway through the Cyclopean mountain range； and just as the going seemed about to bee really difficult for the first time （above them； seeming to lean out； the icy ledges and screaming buttes made the gunslinger feel an unpleasant reverse vertigo）； they began to descend again along the side of the narrow pass。 An angular； zigzagging path led them toward a canyon floor where an ice…edged stream boiled with slaty； headlong power from higher country still。
On that afternoon the boy paused and looked back at the gunslinger； who had paused to wash his face in the stream。
〃I smell him；〃 Jake said。
〃So do I。〃
Ahead of them the mountain threw up its final defense
a huge slab of insurmountable granite facing that climbed into cloudy infinity。 At any moment the gunslinger expected a twist in the stream to bring them upon a high waterfall and the insurmountable smoothness of rock dead end。 But the air here had that odd magnifying quality that is mon to high places； and it was another day before they reached that great granite face。
The gunslinger began to feel the dreadful tug of anticipation again； the feeling that it was all finally in his grasp。 Near the end； he had to fight himself to keep from breaking into a trot。
〃Wait！〃 The boy had stopped suddenly。 They faced a sharp elbow…bend in the stream； it boiled and frothed with high energy around the eroded hang of a giant sandstone boulder。 All that morning they had been in the shadow of the mountains as the canyon narrowed。
Jake was trembling violently and his face had gone pale。
〃What's the matter？〃
〃Let's go back；〃 Jake whispered。 〃Let's go back quick。〃
The gunslinger's face was wooden。
〃Please？〃 The boy's face was drawn； and his jawline shook with suppressed agony。 Through the heavy blanket of stone they still heard thunder； as steady as machines in the earth。 The slice of sky they could see had itself assumed a turbulent； gothic gray above them as warm and cold currents met and warred。
〃Please； please！〃 The boy raised a fist； as if to strike the gunslinger's chest。
〃No。〃
The boy's face took on wonder。 〃You're going to kill me。 He killed me the first time and you are going to kill me now。〃
The gunslinger felt the lie on his lips。 He spoke it：
〃You'll be all right〃 And a greater lie。 〃I'll take care。 〃
Jake's face went gray； and he said no more。 He put an unwilling hand out； and he and the gunslinger went around the elbow…bend。 They came face to face with that final rising wall and the man in black。
He stood no more than twenty feet above them； just to the right of the waterfall that crashed and spilled from a huge ragged hole in the rock。 Unseen wind rippled and tugged at his hooded robe。 He held a staff in one hand。 The other hand he held out to them in a mocking gesture of wele。 He seemed a prophet； and below that rushing sky； mounted on a ledge of rock； a prophet o
