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He thought； as always； of Susan。
If you love me； then love me； she'd said 。 。 。 and so he had。
So he had。
In this way the time passed。 At rough hourly intervals； he took one of the reeds from beneath his pillow and nibbled it。 Now his muscles didn't tremble so badly as the stuff passed into his system； nor his heart pound so fiercely。 The medicine in the reeds no longer had to battle the Sisters' medicine so fiercely； Roland thought； the reeds were winning。
The diffused brightness of the sun moved across the white silk ceiling of the ward； and at last the dimness which always seemed to hover at bed…level began to rise。 The long room's western wall bloomed with the rose…melting…to…orange shades of sunset。
It was Sister Tamra who brought him his dinner that night…soup and another popkin。 She also laid a desert lily beside his hand。 She smiled as she did it。 Her cheeks were bright with color。 All of them were bright with color today； like leeches that had gorged until they were full almost to bursting。
'From your admirer； Jimmy；' she said。 'She's so sweet on ye！ The lily means 'Do not forget my promise。' What has she promised ye； Jimmy； brother of Johnny？'
'That she'd see me again； and we'd talk。'
Tamra laughed so hard that the bells lining her forehead jingled。 She clasped her hands together in a perfect ecstasy of glee。 'Sweet as honey！ Oh； yes！' She bent her smiling gaze on Roland。 'It's sad such a promise can never be kept。 Ye'll never see her again； pretty man。' She took the bowl。 'Big Sister has decided。' She stood up； still smiling。 'Why not take that ugly gold sigul off？'
'I think not。'
'Yer brother took his off…look！' She pointed； and Roland spied the gold medallion lying far down the aisle； where it had landed when Ralph threw it。
Sister Tamra looked at him； still smiling。
'He decided it was part of what was making him sick； and cast it away。 Ye'd do the same； were ye wise。'
Roland repeated； 'I think not。'
'So；' she said dismissively； and left him alone with the empty beds glimmering in the thickening shadows。
Roland hung on； in spite of growing sleepiness； until the hot colors bleeding across the infirmary's western wall had cooled to ashes。 Then he nibbled one of the reeds and felt strength…real strength； not a jittery； heart…thudding substitute…bloom in his body。 He looked toward where the castaway medallion gleamed in the last light and made a silent promise to John Norman： he would take it with the other one to Norman's kin； if ka chanced that he should encounter them in his travels。
Feeling pletely easy in his mind for the first time that day； the gunslinger dozed。 When he awoke it was full dark。 The doctor…bugs were singing with extraordinary shrillness。 He had taken one of the reeds out from under the pillow and had begun to nibble on it when a cold voice said； 'So…Big Sister was right。 Ye've been keeping secrets。'
Roland's heart seemed to stop dead in his chest。 He looked around and saw Sister Coquina getting to her feet。 She had crept in while he was dozing and hidden under the bed on his right side to watch him。
'Where did ye get that？' she asked。 'Was it…'
'He got it from me。'
Coquina whirled about。 Jenna was walking down the aisle toward them。 Her habit was gone。 She still wore her wimple with its forehead…fringe of bells； but its hem rested on the shoulders of a simple checkered shirt。 Below this she wore jeans and scuffed desert boots。 She had something in her hands。 It was too dark for Roland to be sure； but he thought …
'You；' Sister Coquina whispered with infinite hate。 'When I tell Big Sister…'
'You'll tell no one anything；' Roland said。
If he had planned his escape from the slings that entangled him； he no doubt would have made a bad business of it； but； as always； the gunslinger did best when he thought least。 His arms were free in a moment； so was his left leg。 His right caught at the ankle； however； twisting； hanging him up with his shoulders on the bed and his leg in the air。
Coquina turned on him； hissing like a cat。 Her lips pulled back from teeth that were needle…sharp。 She rushed at him； her fingers splayed。 The nails at the ends of them looked sharp and ragged。
Roland clasped the medallion and shoved it out toward her。 She recoiled from it； still hissing； and whirled back to Sister Jenna in a flare of white skirt。 'I'll do for ye； ye interfering trull！' she cried in a low； harsh voice。
Roland struggled to free his leg and couldn't。 It was firmly caught； the shitting sling actually wrapped around the ankle somehow； like a noose。
Jenna raised her hands； and he saw he had been right： it was his revolvers she had brought； holstered and hanging from the two old gunbelts he had worn out of Gilead after the last burning。
'Shoot her； Jenna！ Shoot her！'
Instead； still holding the holstered guns up； Jenna shook her head as she had on the day when Roland had persuaded her to push back her wimple so he could see her hair。 The bells rang with a sharpness that seemed to go into the gunslinger's head like a spike。
The Dark Bells。 The sigul of their ka…tet。 What …
The sound of the doctor…bugs rose to a shrill； reedy scream that was eerily like the sound of the bells Jenna wore。 Nothing sweet about them now。 Sister Coquina's hands faltered on their way to Jenna's throat； Jenna herself had not so much as flinched or blinked her eyes。
'No；' Coquina whispered。 'You can't！'
'I have；' Jenna said； and Roland saw the bugs。 Descending from the legs of the bearded man； he'd observed a battalion。 What he saw ing from the shadows now was an army to end all armies； had they been men instead of insects； there might have been more than all the men who had ever carried arms in the long and bloody history of Mid…World。
Yet the sight of them advancing down the boards of the aisle was not what Roland would always remember； nor what would haunt his dreams for a year or more； it was the way they coated the beds。 These were turning black two by two on both sides of the aisle； like pairs of dim rectangular lights going out。
Coquina shrieked and began to shake her own head； to ring her own bells。 The sound they made was thin and pointless pared with the sharp ringing of the Dark Bells。
Still the bugs marched on； darkening the floor； blacking out the beds。
Jenna darted past the shrieking Sister Coquina； dropped Roland's guns beside him； then yanked the twisted sling straight with one hard pull。 Roland slid his leg free。
'e；' she said。 'I've started them； but staying them could be a different thing。'
Now Sister Coquina's shrieks were not of horror but of pain。 The bugs had found her。
'Don't look；' Jenna said； helping Roland to his feet。 He thought that never in his life had he been so glad to be upon them。 'e。 We must be quick…she'll rouse the others。 I've put your boots and clothes aside up the path that leads away from here…I carried as much as I could。 How are ye？ Are ye strong？'
'Thanks to you。' How long he would stay strong Roland didn't know 。 。 。 and right now it wasn't a question that mattered。 He saw Jenna snatch up two of the reeds…in his struggle to escape the slings； they had scattered all over the head of the bed…and then they were hurrying up the aisle； away from the bugs and from Sister Coquina； whose cries were now failing。
Roland buckled on his guns and tied them down without breaking stride。
They passed only three beds on each side before reaching the flap of the tent 。 。 。 and it was a tent； he saw； not a vast pavilion。 The silk walls and ceiling were fraying canvas； thin enough to let in the light of a three…quarters Kissing Moon。 And the beds weren't beds at all； but only a double row of shabby cots。
He turned and saw a black； writhing hump on the floor where Sister Coquina had been。 At the sight of her； Roland was struck by an unpleasant thought。
'I forgot John Norman's medallion！' A keen sense of regret…almost of mourning…went through him like wind。
Jenna reached into the pocket of her jeans and brought it out。 It glimmered in the moonlight。
'I picked it up off the floor。'
He didn't know which made him gladder…the sight of the medallion or the sight of it in her hand。 It meant she wasn't like the others。
Then； as if to dispel that notion before it got too firm a hold on him； she said； 'Take it； Roland…I can hold it no more。' And； as he took it； he saw unmistakable marks of charring on her fingers。
He took her hand and kissed each burn。
'Thankee…sai；' she said； and he saw she was crying。 'Thankee； dear。 To be kissed so is lovely； worth every pain。 Now 。 。 。'
Roland saw her eyes shift； and followed them。 Here were bobbing lights descending a rocky path。 Beyond them he saw the building where the Little Sisters had been living…not a convent but a ruined hacienda that looked a thousand years old。 There were three candles； as they drew closer； Roland saw that there were only three sisters。 Mary wasn't among them。
He drew his guns。
'Oooo； it's a gunslinger…man he is！' Louise。
'A scary man！' Michela。
'And he's found his ladylove as well as his shooter