The Dark Tower IV Wizard and Glass Read Free Page B

Blaine means to commit suicide with them aboard. The fact that the actual mind running the mono exists in computers falling farther and farther behind them, running beneath a city which has become a slaughtering-pen, will make no difference when the pink bullet jumps the tracks somewhere along the line at a speed in excess of eight hundred miles an hour.
    There is only one chance of survival: Blaine’s love of riddles. Roland of Gilead proposes a desperate bargain. It is with this bargain that The Wastelands ends; it is with this bargain that Wizard and Glass begins.

 
     
    ROMEO : Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
    That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—
     
    JULIET : O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon,
    That monthly changes in her circled orb,
    Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
     
    ROMEO : What shall I swear by?
     
    JULIET : Do not swear at all.
    Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
    Which is the god of my idolatry,
    And I’ll believe thee.
    —Romeo and Juliet
    William Shakespeare
     
    On the fourth day, to [Dorothy’s] great joy, Oz sent for when she entered the Throne Room, he greeted her pleasantly.
    “Sit down, my dear. I think I have found a way to get of this country.”
    “And back to Kansas?” she asked eagerly.
    “Well, I’m not sure about Kansas,” said Oz, “for I haven’t the faintest notion which way it lies. . . .”
    —The Wizard of Oz
    L. Frank Baum
     
    I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights,
    Ere fitly I could hope to play my part.
    Think first, fight afterwards—the soldier’s art:
    One taste of the old time sets all to rights!
    —Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came
    Robert Browning

PROLOGUE
BLAINE

    “ASK ME A RIDDLE,” Blaine invited.
    “Fuck you,” Roland said. He did not raise his voice.
    “ WHAT DO YOU SAY?” In its clear disbelief, the voice of Big Blaine had become very close to the voice of its unsuspected twin.
    “I said fuck you,” Roland said calmly, “but if that puzzles you, Blaine, I can make it clearer. No. The answer is no.”
    There was no reply from Blaine for a long, long time, and when he did respond, it was not with words. Instead, the walls, floor, and ceiling began to lose their color and solidity again. In a space of ten seconds the Barony Coach once more ceased to exist. They were now flying through the mountain-range they had seen on the horizon: iron-gray peaks rushed toward them at suicidal speed, then fell away to disclose sterile valleys where gigantic beetles crawled about like landlocked turtles. Roland saw something that looked like a huge snake suddenly uncoil from the mouth of a cave. It seized one of the beetles and yanked it back into its lair. Roland had never in his life seen such animals or countryside, and the sight made his skin want to crawl right off his flesh. Blaine might have transported them to some other world.
    “PERHAPS I SHOULD DERAIL US HERE,” Blaine said. His voice was meditative, but beneath it the gunslinger heard a deep, pulsing rage.
    “Perhaps you should,” the gunslinger said indifferently.
    Eddie’s face was frantic. He mouthed the words What are you DOING? Roland ignored him; he had his hands full with Blaine, and he knew perfectly well what he was doing.
    “YOU ARE RUDE AND ARROGANT,” Blaine said. “THESE MAY SEEM LIKE INTERESTING TRAITS TO YOU, BUT THEY ARE NOT TO ME.”
    “Oh, I can be much ruder than I have been.”
    Roland of Gilead unfolded his hands and got slowly to his feet. He stood on what appeared to be nothing, legs apart, his right hand on his hip and his left on the sandalwood grip of his revolver. He stood as he had so many times before, in the dusty streets of a hundred forgotten towns, in a score of rocky canyon killing-zones, in unnumbered dark saloons with their smells of bitter beer and old fried meals. It was just another showdown in another empty street. That was all, and that was enough. It was khef, ka, and ka-tet. That the