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orld…ALL worlds…in microcosm。 More； it is the axis of all possible worlds。
Singing； turning； blazing。
He stood beneath it； bathed in its warmth and clear sense of well…meant force； he stood in a dream； feeling that force flow into him like the clear spring rain which awakens the hidden power in a billion tiny seeds。 He felt a terrible joy lift through his conscious mind like a rocket； and Jack Sawyer lifted both hands over his upturned face； laughing； both in response to that joy and in imitation of its rise。
'e to me； then！' he shouted；
and slipped
（through？ across？）
into
Jason。
'e to me； then！' he shouted again in the sweetly liquid and slightly slippery tongue of the Territories…he cried it laughing； but tears coursed down his cheeks。 And he understood that the quest had begun with the other boy and thus must end with him； so he let go and
slipped
back
into
Jack Sawyer。
Above him； the Talisman trembled in the air； slowly turning； throwing off light and heat and a sensation of true goodness； of whiteness。
'e to me！'
It began to descend through the air。
9
So； after many weeks； and hard adventuring； and darkness and despair； after friends found and friends lost again； after days of toil； and nights spent sleeping in damp haystacks； after facing the demons of dark places （not the least of which lived in the cleft of his own soul）…after all these things； it was in this wise that the Talisman came to Jack Sawyer：
He watched it e down； and while there was no desire to flee； he had an overwhelming sense of worlds at risk； worlds in the balance。 Was the Jason…part of him real？ Queen Laura's son had been killed； he was a ghost whose name the people of the Territories swore by。 Yet Jack decided he was。 Jack's quest for the Talisman； a quest that had been meant for Jason to ful…fill； had made Jason live again for a little while…Jack really had a Twinner； at least of a sort。 If Jason was a ghost； just as the knights had been ghosts； he might well disappear when that radiant； twirling globe touched his upstretched fingers。 Jack would be killing him again。
Don't worry； Jack； a voice whispered。 That voice was warm and clear。
Down it came； a globe； a world； all worlds…it was glory and warmth； it was goodness； it was the ing…again of the white。 And； as has always been with the white and must always be； it was dreadfully fragile。
As it came down； worlds reeled about his head。 He did not seem to be crashing through layers of reality now but seeing an entire cosmos of realities； all overlapping one another； linked like a shirt of
（reality）
chain…mail。
You're reaching up to hold a universe of worlds； a cosmos of good； Jack…this voice was his father's。 Don't drop it； son。 For Jason's sake； don't drop it。
Worlds upon worlds upon worlds； some gorgeous； some hellish； all of them for a moment illumined in the warm white light of this star that was a crystal globe chased with fine engraved lines。 It came slowly down through the air toward Jack Sawyer's trembling； outstretched fingers。
'e to me！' he shouted to it as it had sung to him。 'e to me now！'
It was three feet above his hands； branding them with its soft； healing heat； now two； now one。 It hesitated for a moment； rotating slowly； its axis slightly canted； and Jack could see the brilliant； shifting outlines of continents and oceans and ice…caps on its surface。 It hesitated 。 。 。 and then slowly slipped down into the boy's reaching hands。
CHAPTER 43
News From Everywhere
1
Lily Cavanaugh； who had fallen into a fitful doze after imagining Jack's voice somewhere below her； now sat bolt…upright in bed。 For the first time in weeks bright color suffused her waxy yellow cheeks。 Her eyes shone with a wild hope。
'Jason？' she gasped； and then frowned； that was not her son's name。 But in the dream from which she had just been startled awake she had had a son by such a name； and in that dream she had been someone else。 It was the dope； of course。 The dope had queered her dreams to a fare…thee…well。
'Jack？' she tried again。 'Jack； where are you？'
No answer 。 。 。 but she sensed him； knew for sure that he was alive。 For the first time in a long time…six months； maybe…she felt really good。
'Jack…O；' she said； and grabbed her cigarettes。 She looked at them for a moment and then heaved them all the way across the room； where they landed in the fireplace on top of the rest of the shit she meant to burn later in the day。 'I think I just quit smoking for the second and last time in my life； Jack…O；' she said。 'Hang in there； kid。 Your momma loves you。'
And she found herself for no reason grinning a large idiotic grin。
2
Donny Keegan； who had been pulling Sunlight Home kitchen duty when Wolf escaped from the box； had survived that terrible night…George Irwinson； the fellow who had been pulling the duty with him； had not been so lucky。 Now Donny was in a more conventional orphans' home in Muncie； Indiana。 Unlike some of the other boys at the Sunlight Home； Donny had been a real orphan； Gardener had needed to take a token few to satisfy the state。
Now； mopping a dark upstairs hall in a dim daze； Donny looked up suddenly； his muddy eyes widening。 Outside； clouds which had been spitting light snow into the used…up fields of December suddenly pulled open in the west； letting out a single broad ray of sunshine that was terrible and exalting in its isolated beauty。
'You're right； I DO love him！' Donny shouted triumphantly。 It was Ferd Janklow that Donny was shouting to； although Donny； who had too many toys in his attic to acmodate many brains； had already forgotten his name。 'He's beautiful and I DO love him！'
Donny honked his idiot laugh； only now even his laugh was nearly beautiful。 Some of the other boys came to their doors and stared at Donny in wonder。 His face was bathed in the sunlight from that one clear； ephemeral ray； and one of the other boys would whisper to a close friend that night that for a moment Donny Keegan had looked like Jesus。
The moment passed； the clouds moved over that weird clear place in the sky； and by evening the snow had intensified into the first big winter storm of the season。 Donny had known…for one brief moment he had known…what that feeling of love and triumph actually meant。 That passed quickly； the way dreams do upon waking 。 。 。 but he never forgot the feeling itself； that almost swooning sensation of grace for once fulfilled and delivered instead of promised and then denied； that feeling of clarity and sweet； marvellous love； that feeling of ecstasy at the ing once more of the white。
3
Judge Fairchild； who had sent Jack and Wolf to the Sunlight Home； was no longer a judge of any kind； and as soon as his final appeals ran out； he would be going to jail。 There no longer seemed any question that jail was where he would fetch up； and that he would do hard time there。 Might never e out at all。 He was an old man； and not very healthy。 If they hadn't found the damned bodies 。 。 。
He had remained as cheerful as possible under the circumstances； but now； as he sat cleaning his fingernails with the long blade of his pocketknife in his study at home； a great gray wave of depression crashed over him。 Suddenly he pulled the knife away from his thick nails； looked at it thoughtfully for a moment； and then inserted the tip of the blade into his right nostril。 He held it there for a moment and then whispered； 'Oh shit。 Why not？' He jerked his fist upward； sending the six…inch blade on a short； lethal trip； skewering first his sinuses and then his brain。
4
Smokey Updike sat in a booth at the Oatley Tap； going over invoices and totting up numbers on his Texas Instruments calculator； just as he had been doing on the day Jack had met him。 Only now it was early evening and Lori was serving the evening's first customers。 The jukebox was playing 'I'd Rather Have a Bottle in Front of Me （Than a Frontal Lobotomy）。'
At one moment everything was normal。 At the next Smokey sat bolt…upright； his little paper cap tumbling backward off his head。 He clutched his white T…shirt over the left side of his chest； where a hammering bolt of pain had just struck like a silver spike。 God pounds his nails； Wolf would have said。
At the same instant the grill suddenly exploded into the air with a loud bang。 It hit a Busch display sign and tore it from the ceiling。 It landed with a crash。 A rich smell of LP gas filled the area in back of the bar almost at once。 Lori screamed。
The jukebox speeded up： 45 rpms； 78； 150； 400！ The woman's serioic lament became the speedy gabble of deranged chipmunks on a rocket…sled。 A moment later the top blew off the juke。 Colored glass flew everywhere。
Smokey looked down at his calculator and saw a single word blinking on and off in the red window：
TALISMAN…TALISMAN…TALISMAN…TALISMAN
Then his eyes exploded。
'Lori； turn off the gas！' one of the customers screamed。 He got down off his stool； and turned toward Smokey。 'Smokey； tell her…' The man wailed with fright as he saw