"Roland—" Slightman began.
"No," Roland said, tying off the reins. "Palaver's done. Just remember what I said, sai: if you get a chance to
die a hero today, do your son a favor and take it."
THREE
At first everything went according to plan and they called it ka. When things began going wrong and the
dying started, they called that ka, too. Ka, the gunslinger could have told them, was often the last thing you
had to rise above.
FOUR
Roland had explained to the children what he wanted of them while still on the common, under the flaring
torches. Now, with daylight brightening (but the sun still waiting in the wings), they took their places
perfectly, lining up in the road from oldest to youngest, each pair of twins holding hands. The buckas were
parked on the left side of the road, their offside wheels just above the ditch. The only gap was where the track
into the arroyo country split off from East Road. Standing beside the children in a stretched line were the
minders, their number now swelled to well over a dozen with the addition of Tian, Pere Callahan, Slightman,
and Wayne Overholser. Across from them, positioned in a line above the righthand ditch, were Eddie,
Susannah, Rosa, Margaret Eisenhart, and Tian's wife, Zalia. Each of the women wore a silk-lined reed sack
filled with plates. Stacked in the ditch below and behind them were boxes containing more Orizas. There
were two hundred plates in all.
Eddie glanced across the river. Still no dust. Susannah gave him a nervous smile, which he returned in kind.
This was the hard part—the scary part. Later, he knew, the red fog would wrap him up and carry him away.
Now he was too aware. What he was aware of most was that right now they were as helpless and vulnerable
as a turtle without its shell.
Jake came hustling up the line of children, carrying the box of collected odds and ends: hair ribbons, a
teething infant's comfort-chewy, a whistle whittled from a yew-stick, an old shoe with most of the sole gone,
a mateless sock. There were perhaps two dozen similar items.
"Benny Slightman!" Roland barked. "Frank Tavery! Francine Tavery! To me!"
"Here, now!" Benny Slightman's father said, immediately alarmed. "What're you calling my son out of line f
—"
"To do his duty, just as you'll do yours," Roland said. "Not another word."
The four children he had called appeared before him. The Taverys were flushed and out of breath, eyes
shining, still holding hands.
"Listen, now, and make me repeat not a single word," Roland said. Benny and the Taverys leaned forward
anxiously. Although clearly impatient to be off, Jake was less anxious; he knew this part, and most of what
would follow. What Roland hoped would follow.
Roland spoke to the children, but loud enough for the strung-out line of child-minders to hear, too. "You're to
go up the path," he said, "and every few feet you leave something, as if 'twere dropped on a hard, fast march.
And I expect you four to make a hard, fast march. Don't run, but just below it. Mind your footing. Go to
where the path branches—that's half a mile— and no farther. D'you ken? Not one step farther."
They nodded eagerly. Roland switched his gaze to the adults standing tensely behind them.
"These four get a two-minute start. Then the rest of the twins go, oldest first, youngest last. They won't be
going far; the last pairs will hardly get off the road." Roland raised his voice to a commanding shout.
"Children! When you hear this, come back! Come to me a-hurry!" Roland put the first two fingers of his left
hand into the corners of his mouth and blew a whistle so piercing that several children put their hands to their
ears.
Annabelle Javier said, "Sai, if you mean for the children to hide in one of the caves, why would you call them
back?"
"Because they're not going into the caves," Roland said. "They're going down there." He pointed east. "Lady
Oriza is going to take care of the children. They're going to hide in the rice, just this side of the river." They
all looked where he pointed, and so it was they all saw the dust at the same time.
The Wolves were coming.
FIVE
"Our company's on the way, sugarpie," Susannah said.
Roland nodded, then turned to Jake. "Go on, Jake. Just as I say."
Jake pulled a double handful of stuff from the box and handed it to the Tavery twins. Then he jumped the
lefthand ditch, graceful as a deer, and started up the arroyo track with Benny beside him. Frank and Francine
were right behind; as Roland watched, Francine let a little hat fall from her hand.
"All right," Overholser said. "I ken some of it, do ya. The Wolves'll see the cast-offs and be even surer the
kids are up there. But why send the rest of em north at all, gunslinger? Why not just march em down to the
rice right now?"
"Because we have to assume the Wolves can smell the track of prey as well as real Wolves," Roland said. He
raised his voice again. "Children, up the path! Oldest first! Hold the hand of your partner and don't let go!
Come back at my whistle!"
The children started off, helped into the ditch by Callahan, Sarey Adams, the Javiers, and Ben Slightman. All
the adults looked anxious; only Benny's Da' looked mistrustful, as well.
"The Wolves will start in because they've reason to believe the children are up there," Roland said, "but
they're not fools, Wayne. They'll look for sign and we'll give it to em. If they smell—and I'd bet this town's
last rice crop that they do— they'll have scent as well as dropped shoes and ribbons to look at. After the smell
of the main group stops, that of the four I sent first will carry on yet awhile farther. It may suck em in deeper,
or it may not. By then it shouldn't matter."
"But—"
Roland ignored him. He turned toward his little band of fighters. They would be seven in all. It's a good
number, he told himself. A number of power. He looked beyond them at the dust-cloud. It rose higher than
any of the remaining seminon dust-devils, and was moving with horrible speed. Yet for the time being,
Roland thought they were all right.
"Listen and hear." It was Zalia, Margaret, and Rosa to whom he was speaking. The members of his own katet
already knew this part, had since old Jamie whispered his long-held secret into Eddie's ear on the
Jaffordses' porch. "The Wolves are neither men nor monsters; they're robots."
"Robots! "Overholser shouted, but with surprise rather than disbelief.
"Aye, and of a kind my ka-tet has seen before," Roland said. He was thinking of a certain clearing where the
great bear's final surviving retainers had chased each other in an endless worry-circle. "They wear hoods to
conceal tiny twirling things on top of their heads. They're probably this wide and this long." Roland showed
them a height of about two inches and a length of about five. "It's what Molly Doolin hit and snapped off
with her dish, once upon a time. She hit by accident. We'll hit a-purpose."
"Thinking-caps," Eddie said. "Their connection to the outside world. Without em, they're as dead as dogshit."
"Aim here." Roland held his right hand an inch above the crown of his head.
"But the chests… the gills in the chests…" Margaret began, sounding utterly bewildered.
"Bullshit now and ever was," Roland said. "Aim at the tops of the hoods."
"Someday," Tian said, "I'm going to know why there had to be so much buggering bullshit."
"I hope there is a someday," Roland said. The last of the children—the youngest ones—were just starting up
the path, obediently holding hands. The eldest would be perhaps an eighth of a mile up, Jake's quartet at least
an eighth of a mile beyond that. It would have to be enough. Roland turned his attention to the child-minders.
"Now they come back," he said. "Take them across the ditch and through the corn in two side-by-side rows."
He cocked a thumb over his shoulder without looking. "Do I have to tell you how important it is that the
corn-plants not be disturbed, especially close to the road, where the Wolves can see?"
They shook their heads.
"At the edge of the rice," Roland continued, "take them into one of the streams. Lead them almost to the
river, then have them lie down where it's tall and still green." He moved his hands apart, his blue eyes
blazing. "Spread em out. You grownups get on the river side of em. If there's trouble—more Wolves,
something else we don't expect—that's the side it'll come from."
Without giving them a chance to ask questions, Roland buried his fingers in the corners of his mouth again
and whistled. Vaughn Eisenhart, Krella Anselm, and Wayne Overholser joined the others in the ditch and
began bellowing for the little 'uns to turn around and start back toward the road. Eddie, meanwhile, took
another look over his shoulder and was stunned to see how far toward the river the dust-cloud had
progressed. Such rapid movement made perfect sense once you knew the secret; those gray horses weren't
horses at all, but mechanical conveyances disguised to look like horses, no more than that. Like a fleet of
government Chewies, he thought.
"Roland, they're coming fast! Like hell!"
Roland looked. "We're all right," he said.
"Are you sure?" Rosa asked.
"Yes."
The youngest children were now hurrying back across the road, hand-in-hand, bug-eyed with fear and
excitement. Cantab of the Manni and Ara, his wife, were leading them. She told them to walk straight down
the middle of the rows and try not to even brush any of the skeletal plants.
"Why, sai?" asked one tyke, surely no older than four. There was a suspicious dark patch on the front of his
overalls. "Corn all picked, see."
"It's a game," Cantab said. "A don't-touch-the-corn game." He began to sing. Some of the children joined in,
but most were too bewildered and frightened.
As the pairs crossed the road, growing taller and older as they came, Roland cast another glance to the east.
He estimated the Wolves were still ten minutes from the other side of the Whye, and ten minutes should be
enough, but gods, they were fast! It had already crossed his mind that he might have to keep Slightman the
Younger and the Tavery twins up here, with them. It wasn't in the plan, but by the time things got this far, the
plan almost always started to change. Had to change.
Now the last of the kids were crossing, and only Overholser, Callahan, Slightman the Elder, and Sarey
Adams were still on the road.
"Go," Roland told them.
"I want to wait for my boy!" Slightman objected.
"Go!"
Slightman looked disposed to argue the point, but Sarey Adams touched one elbow and Overholser actually
took hold of the other.
"Come'ee," Overholser said. "The man'll take care of yours same as he'll take care of his."
Slightman gave Roland a final doubtful look, then stepped over the ditch and began herding the tail end of
the line downhill, along with Overholser and Sarey.
"Susannah, show them the hide," Roland said.
They'd been careful to make sure the kids crossed the ditch on the road's river side well down from where
they had done their digging the day before. Now, using one of her capped and shortened legs, Susannah
kicked aside a tangle of leaves, branches, and dead corn-plants—the sort of thing one would expect to see left
behind in a roadside runoff ditch—and exposed a dark hole.
"It's just a trench," she said, almost apologetically. "There's boards over the top. Light ones, easy to push
back. That's where we'll be. Roland's made a… oh, I don't know what you call it, we call it a periscope where
I come from, a thing with mirrors inside it you can see through… and when the time comes, we just stand up.
The boards'll fall away around us when we do."
"Where's Jake and those other three?" Eddie asked. "They should be back by now."
"It's too soon," Roland said. "Calm down, Eddie."
"I won't calm down and it's not too soon. We should at least be able to see them. I'm going over there—"
"No, you're not," Roland said. "We have to get as many as we can before they figure out what's going on.
That means keeping our firepower over here, at their backs."
"Roland, something's not right."
Roland ignored him. "Lady-sais, slide in there, do ya please. The extra boxes of plates will be on your end;
we'll just kick some leaves over them."
He looked across the road as Zalia, Rosa, and Margaret began to worm into the hole Susannah had disclosed.
The path to the arroyo was now completely empty. There was still no sign of Jake, Benny, and the Tavery
twins. He was beginning to think that Eddie was right; that something had gone amiss.
SIX
Jake and his companions reached the place where the trail split quickly and without incident. Jake had held
back two items, and when they reached the fork, he threw a broken rattle toward the Gloria and a little girl's
woven string bracelet toward the Redbird. Choose, he thought, and be damned to you either way.
When he turned, he saw the Tavery twins had already started back. Benny was waiting for him, his face pale
and his eyes shining. Jake nodded to him and made himself return Benny's smile. "Let's go," he said.
Then they heard Roland's whistle and the twins broke into a run, despite the scree and fallen rock which
