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f…collapsed next to her。
  〃You got my wheelchair pretty muddy; white boy;〃 Susannah said。 〃It's all goan be in my repote。〃
  He cocked an eyebrow at her。 〃Next carwash we e to; I'll push you through myself。 I'll even Turtle…wax the goddamn thing。 Okay?〃
  She smiled。 〃You got a date; handsome。〃
  Eddie had one of Roland's waterskins cinched around his waist。 He tapped it。 〃Okay?〃
  〃Yes;〃 Roland said。 〃Not too much now; a little more for all of us before we set out again。 That way no one takes a cramp。〃
  〃Roland; Eagle Scout of Oz;〃 Eddie said; and giggled as he unslung the waterskin。
  〃What is this Oz?〃
  〃A make…believe place in a movie;〃 Susannah said。
  〃Oz was a lot more than that。 My brother Henry used to read me the stories once in a while。 I'll tell you one some night; Roland。〃
  〃That would be fine;〃 the gunslinger replied seriously。 〃I am hungry to know more of your world。〃
  〃Oz isn't our world; though。 Like Susannah said; it's a make…believe place…〃
  Roland handed them chunks of meat which had been wrapped in broad leaves of some sort。 〃The quickest way to learn about a new place is to know what it dreams of。 I would hear of this Oz。〃
  〃Okay; that's a date; too。 Suze can tell you the one about Dorothy and Toto and the Tin Woodman; and I'll tell you all the rest。〃 He bit into his piece of meat and rolled his eyes approvingly。 It had taken the flavor of the leaves in which it had been rolled; and was delicious。 Eddie wolfed his ration; stomach gurgling busily all the while。 Now that he was getting his breath back; he felt good…great; in fact。 His body was growing a solid sheath of muscle; and every part of it felt at peace with every other part。
  Don't worry; he thought。 Everything will be arguing again by tonight。 I think he's gonna push on until I'm ready to drop in my tracks。
  Susannah ate more delicately; chasing every second or third bite with a little sip of water; turning the meat in her hands; eating from the outside in。 〃Finish what you started last night;〃 she invited Roland。 〃You said you thought you understood these conflicting memories of yours。〃
  Roland nodded。 〃Yes。 I think both memories are true。 One is a little truer than the other; but that does not negate the truth of that other。〃
  〃Makes no sense to me;〃 Eddie said。 〃Either this boy Jake was at the way station or he wasn't; Roland。〃
  〃It is a paradox…something that is and isn't at the same time。 Until it's resolved; I will continue divided。 That's bad enough; but the basic split is widening。 I can feel that happening。 It is 。。。 unspeakable。〃
  〃What do you think caused it?〃 Susannah asked。
  〃I told you the boy was pushed in front of a car。 Pushed。 Now; who do we know who liked to push people in front of things?〃
  Understanding dawned in her face。 〃Jack Mort。 Do you mean he was the one who pushed this boy into the street?〃
  〃Yes。〃
  〃But you said the man in black did it;〃 Eddie objected。 〃Your buddy Walter。 You said that the boy saw him…a man who looked like a priest。 Didn't the kid even hear him say he was? 'Let me through; I'm a priest;' something like that?〃
  〃Oh; Walter was there。 They were both there; and they both pushed Jake。〃
  〃Somebody bring the Thorazine and the strait…jacket;〃 Eddie called。 〃Roland just went over the high side。〃
  Roland paid no attention to this; he was ing to understand that Eddie's jokes and clowning were his way of dealing with stress。 Cuthbert had not been much different 。。。 as Susannah was; in her way; not so different from Alain。 〃What exasperates me about all of this;〃 he said; 〃is that I should have known。 I was in Jack Mort; after all; and I had access to his thoughts; just as I had access to yours; Eddie; and yours; Susannah。 I saw Jake while I was in Mort。 I saw him through Mort's eyes; and I knew Mort planned to push him。 Not only that; I stopped him from doing it。 All I had to do was enter his body。 Not that he knew that was what it was; he was concentrating so hard on what he planned to do that he actually thought I was a fly landing on his neck。〃
  Eddie began to understand。 〃If Jake wasn't pushed into the street; he never died。 And if he never died; he never came into this world。 And if he never came into this world; you never met him at the way station。 Right?〃
  〃Right。 The thought even crossed my mind that if Jack Mort meant to kill the boy; I would have to stand aside and let him do it。 To avoid creating the very paradox that is tearing me apart。 But I couldn't do that。 I 。。。 I 。。。〃
  〃You couldn't kill this kid twice; could you?〃 Eddie asked softly。 〃Every time I just about make up my mind that you're as mechanical as that bear; you surprise me with something that actually seems human。 Goddam。〃
  〃Quit it; Eddie;〃 Susannah said。
  Eddie took a look at the gunslinger's slightly lowered face and gri…maced。 〃Sorry; Roland。 My mother used to say that my mouth had a bad habit of running away with my mind。〃
  〃It's all right。 I had a friend who was the same way。〃
  〃Cuthbert?〃
  Roland nodded。 He looked at his diminished right hand for a long moment; then clenched it into a painful fist; sighed; and looked up at them again。 Somewhere; deeper in the forest; a lark sang sweetly。
  〃Here is what I believe。 If I had not entered Jack Mort when I did; he still wouldn't have pushed Jake that day。 Not then。 Why not? Ka…tet。 Simply that。 For the first time since the last of the friends with whom I set forth on this quest died; I have found myself once again at the center of ka…tet。〃
  〃Quartet?〃 Eddie asked doubtfully。
  The gunslinger shook his head。 〃Ka…the word you think of as 'des…tiny;' Eddie; although the actual meaning is much more plex and hard to define; as is almost always the case with words of the High Speech。 And tet; which means a group of people with the same interests and goals。 We three are a tet; for instance。 Ka…tet; is the place where many lives are joined by fate。〃
  〃Like in The Bridge of San Luis Rey;〃 Susannah murmured。
  〃What's that?〃 Roland asked。
  〃A story about some people who die together when the bridge they're crossing collapses。 It's famous in our world。〃
  Roland nodded his understanding。 〃In this case; ka…tet bound Jake; Walter; Jack Mort; and me。 There was no trap; as I first suspected when I realized who Jack Mort meant to be his next victim; because ka…tet cannot be changed or bent to the will of any one person。 But ka…tet can be seen; known; and understood。 Walter saw; and Walter knew。〃 The gunslinger struck his thigh with his fist and exclaimed bitterly; 〃How he must have been laughing inside when I finally caught up to him!〃
  〃Let's go back to what would have happened if you hadn't messed up Jack Mort's plans on the day he was following Jake;〃 Eddie said。 〃You're saying that if you hadn't stopped Mort; someone or something else would have。 Is that right?〃
  〃Yes…because it wasn't the right day for Jake to die。 It was close to the right day; but not the right day。 I felt that; too。 Perhaps; just before he did it; Mort would have seen someone watching him。 Or a perfect stranger would have intervened。 Or…〃
  〃Or a cop;〃 Susannah said。 〃He might have seen a cop in the wrong place and at the wrong time。〃
  〃Yes。 The exact reason…the agent of ka…tet…doesn't matter。 I know from firsthand experience that Mort was as wily as an old fox。 If he sensed any slightest thing wrong; he would have called it off and waited for another day。
  〃I know something else; as well。 He hunted in disguise。 On the day he dropped the brick on Detta Holmes's head; he was wearing a knitted cap and an old sweater several sizes too big for him。 He wanted to look like a winebibber; because he pushed the brick from a building where a large number of sots kept their dens。 You see?〃
  They nodded。
  〃On the day; years later; when he pushed you in front of the train; Susannah; he was dressed as a construction worker。 He was wearing a big yellow helmet he thought of as a 'hardhat' and a fake moustache。 On the day when he actually would have pushed Jake into traffic; causing his death; he would have been dressed as a priest。〃
  〃Jesus;〃 Susannah nearly whispered。 〃The man who pushed him in New York was Jack Mort; and the man he saw at the way station was this fella you were chasing…Walter。〃
  〃Yes。〃
  〃And the little boy thought they were the same man because they were both wearing the same kind of black robe?〃
  Roland nodded。 〃There was even a physical resemblance between Walter land Jack Mort。 Not as if they were brothers; I don't mean that; but both were tall men with dark hair and very pale plexions。 And given the fact that Jake was dying when he got his only good look at Mort and was in a strange place and scared almost witless when he got his only good look at Walter; I think his mistake was both understandable and forgivable。 If there's a horse's ass in this picture; it's me; for not realizing the truth sooner。〃
  〃Would Mort have known he was being used?〃 Eddie asked。 Think…ing back to his own experiences and wild thoughts when Roland had invaded his mind; he didn't see how Mort could not know 。 。 。 but Roland was shaking his head。
  〃Walter

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