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ly。 Well； it was too late to worry about it now； and if he had it to do over again； he would do exactly the same thing。 Dying or not； Gasher had displayed both courage and animal cun…ning。 If he was off his guard now； the trick was worth it。
Roland got to his feet。 〃Oy…find Jake。〃
〃Ake！〃 Oy stretched his head forward on his long neck； sniffed around in a semicircle； picked up Jake's scent； and was off again with Roland running after。 Ten minutes later he came to a stop at a manhole cover in the street； sniffed all the way around it； then looked up at Roland and barked shrilly。
The gunslinger dropped to one knee and observed both the confu…sion of tracks and a wide path of scratches on the cobbles。 He thought this particular manhole cover had been moved quite often。 His eyes narrowed as he saw the wad of bloody phlegm in a crease between two nearby cobbles。
〃The bastard keeps hitting him；〃 he murmured。
He pulled the manhole cover back； looked down； then untied the rawhide lacings which held his shirt closed。 He picked the bumbler up and tucked him into his shirt。 Oy bared his teeth； and for a moment Roland felt his claws splayed against the flesh of his chest and belly like small sharp knives。 Then they withdrew and Oy only peered out of Roland's shirt with his bright eyes； panting like a steam engine。 The gunslinger could feel the rapid beat of Oy's heart against his own。 He pulled the rawhide lace from the eyelets in his shirt and found another； longer； lace in his purse。
〃I'm going to leash you。 I don't like it and you're going to like it even less； but it's going to be very dark down there。〃
He tied the two lengths of rawhide together and formed one end into a wide loop which he slipped over Oy's head。 He expected Oy to bare his teeth again； perhaps even to nip him； but Oy didn't。 He only looked up at Roland with his gold…ringed eyes and barked 〃Ake！〃 again in his impatient voice。
Roland put the loose end of his makeshift leash in his mouth； then sat down on the edge of the sewer shaft 。。。 if that was what it was。 He felt for the top rung of the ladder and found it。 He descended slowly and carefully； more aware than ever that he was missing half a hand and that the steel rungs were slimy with oil and some thicker stuff that was probably moss。 Oy was a heavy； warm weight between his shirt and belly； panting steadily and harshly。 The gold rings in his eyes gleamed like medallions in the dim light。
At last； the gunslinger's groping foot splashed into the water at the bottom of the shaft。 He glanced up briefly at the coin of white light far above him。 This is where it starts getting hard； he thought。 The tunnel was warm and dank and smelled like an ancient charnel house。 Some…where nearby； water was dripping hollowly and monotonously。 Farther off； Roland could hear the rumble of machinery。 He lifted a very grateful Oy out of his shirt and set him down in the shallow water running sluggishly along the sewer tunnel。
〃Now it's all up to you；〃 he murmured in the bumbler's ear。 〃To Jake； Oy。 To Jake！〃
〃Ake！〃 the bumbler barked； and splashed rapidly off into the darkness； swinging his head from side to side at the end of his long neck like a pendulum。 Roland followed with the end of the rawhide leash wrapped around his diminished right hand。
24
THE CRADLE…IT WAS easily big enough to have acquired proper…noun status in their minds…stood in the center of a square five times larger than the one where they had e upon the blasted statue； and when she got a really good look at it； Susannah realized how old and gray and fundamentally grungy the rest of Lud really was。 The Cradle was so clean it almost hurt her eyes。 No vines overgrew its sides； no graffiti daubed its blinding white walls and steps and columns。 The yellow plains dust which had coated everything else was absent here。 As they drew closer； Susannah saw why： streams of water coursed endlessly down the sides of the Cradle； issuing from nozzles hidden in the shadows of the copper…sheathed eaves。 Interval sprays created by other hidden nozzles washed the steps； turning them into off…and…on waterfalls。
〃Wow；〃 Eddie said。 〃It makes Grand Central look like a Greyhound station in Buttfuck； Nebraska。〃
〃What a poet you are； dear；〃 Susannah said dryly。
The steps surrounded the entire building and rose to a great open lobby。 There were no obscuring mats of vegetation here； but Eddie and Susannah found they still couldn't get a good look inside； the shadows thrown by the overhanging roof were too deep。 The Totems of the Beam marched all the way around the building； two by two； but the corners were reserved for creatures Susannah fervently hoped never to meet outside of the occasional nightmare…hideous stone dragons with scaly bodies； clutching； claw…tipped hands； and nasty peering eyes。
Eddie touched her shoulder and pointed higher。 Susannah looked 。 。 。 and felt her breath e to a stop in her throat。 Standing astride the peak of the roof； far above The Totems of the Beam and the dragonish gargoyles； as if given dominion over them； was a golden warrior at least sixty feet high。 A battered cowboy hat was shoved back to reveal his lined and careworn brow； a bandanna hung askew on his upper chest； as if it had just been pulled down after serving long； hard duty as a dust…muffle。 In one upraised fist he held a revolver； in the other； what appeared to be an olive branch。
Roland of Gilead stood atop the Cradle of Lud； dressed in gold。
No； she thought； at last remembering to breathe again。 It's not him 。 。 。 but in another way； it is。 That man was a gunslinger； and the resemblance between him； who's probably been dead a thousand years or more； and Roland is all the truth of ka…tet you'll ever need to know。
Thunder slammed out of the south。 Lightning harried racing clouds across the sky。 She wished she had more time to study both the golden statue which stood atop the Cradle and the animals which surrounded it； each of these latter appeared to have words carved upon them； and she had an idea that what was written there might be knowledge worth having。 Under these circumstances； however； there was no time to spare。
A wide red strip had been painted across the pavement at the point where The Street of the Turtle emptied into The Plaza of the Cradle。 Maud and the fellow Eddie called Jeeves the Butler stopped a prudent distance from the red mark。
〃This far and no farther；〃 Maud told them flatly。 〃You may take us to our deaths； but each man and woman owes one to the gods anyway； and I'll die on this side of the dead…line no matter what。 I'll not dare Blaine for outlanders。〃
〃Nor will I；〃 Jeeves said。 He had taken off his dusty bowler and was holding it against his naked chest。 On his face was an expression of fearful reverence。
〃Fine；〃 Susannah said。 〃Now scat on out of here； both of you。〃
〃Ye'll backshoot us the second we turn from ye；〃 Jeeves said in a trembling voice。 〃I'll take my watch and warrant on it； so I will。〃
Maud shook her head。 The blood on her face had dried to a gro…tesque maroon stippling。 〃There never were a backshooting gunslinger…that much I will say。〃
〃We only have their word for it that that's what they are。〃
Maud pointed to the big revolver with the worn sandalwood grip which Susannah held in her hand。 Jeeves looked 。 。 。 and after a moment he stretched out his hand to the woman。 When Maud took it； Susannah's image of them as dangerous killers collapsed。 They looked more like Hansel and Gretel than Bonnie and Clyde； tired； frightened； confused； and lost so long in the woods that they had grown old there。 Her hate and fear of them departed。 What replaced it was pity and a deep； aching sadness。
〃Fare you well； both of you；〃 she said softly。 〃Walk as you will； and with no fear of harm from me or my man here。〃
Maud nodded。 〃I believe you mean us no harm； and I forgive you for shooting Winston。 But listen to me； and listen well： stay out of the Cradle。 Whatever reasons you think you have for going in； they're not good enough。 To enter Blaine's Cradle is death。〃
〃We don't have any choice；〃 Eddie said； and thunder banged over…head again； a
