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Authors: Stephen King

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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.

Come, 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. Come. 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 itwas 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 ruinedhacienda 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.

Ascary man! Michela.

And he's found his ladylove as well as his shooters! Tamra.

His slut-whore! Louise.

Laughing angrily. Not afraid at least, not ofhis weapons.

Put them away, Jenna told him, and when she looked, saw that he already had.

The others, meanwhile, had drawn closer.

Ooo, see, she cries! Tamra.

Doffed her habit, she has! Michela. Perhaps it's her broken vows she cries for.

Why such tears, pretty? Louise.

Because he kissed my fingers where they were burned, Jenna said. I've never been kissed before. It made me cry.

Ooooo!

Luv-ly!

Next he'll stick his thing in her! Evenluv -lier!

Jenna bore their japes with no sign of anger. When they were done, she said, I'm going with him. Stand aside.

They gaped at her, counterfeit laughter disappearing in shock.

No! Louise whispered. Are ye mad? Ye know what'll happen!

No, and neither do you, Jenna said. Besides, I care not. She half-turned and held her hand out to the mouth of the ancient hospital tent. It was a faded olive-drab in the moonlight, with an old red cross drawn on its roof. Roland wondered how many towns the Sisters had been to with this tent, which was so small and plain on the outside, so huge and gloriously dim on the inside. How many towns and over how many years.

Now, cramming the mouth of it in a black, shiny tongue, were the doctor-bugs. They had stopped their singing. Their silence was terrible.

Stand aside or I'll have them on ye, Jenna said.

Ye never would! Sister Michela cried in a low, horrified voice.

Aye. I've already set them on Sister Coquina. She's a part of their medicine, now.

Their gasp was like cold wind passing through dead trees. Nor was all of that dismay directed toward their own precious hides. What Jenna had done was clearly far outside their reckoning.

Then you're damned, Sister Tamra said.

Such ones to speak of damnation! Stand aside.

They did. Roland walked past them and they shrank away from him but they shrank from her more.

Damned? he asked after they had skirted thehacienda and reached the path beyond it. The Kissing Moon glimmered above a tumbled scree of rocks. In its light Roland could see a small black opening low on the scarp. He guessed it was the cave the Sisters called Thoughtful House. What did they mean, damned?

Never mind. All we have to worry about now is Sister Mary. I like it not that we haven't seen her.

She tried to walk faster, but he grasped her arm and turned her about. He could still hear the singing of the bugs, but faintly; they were leaving the place of the Sisters behind. Eluria, too, if the compass in his head was still working; he thought the town was in the other direction. The husk of the town, he amended.

Tell me what they meant.

Perhaps nothing. Ask me not, Roland what good is it? 'Tis done, the bridge burned. I can't go back. Nor would if I could. She looked down, biting her lip, and when she looked up again, Roland saw fresh tears falling on her cheeks. I have supped with them. There were times when I couldn't help it, no more than you could help drinking their wretched soup, no matter if you knew what was in it.

Roland remembered John Norman sayingA man has to eat a woman, too. He nodded.

I'd go no farther down that road. If there's to be damnation, let it be of my choosing, not theirs. My mother meant well by bringing me back to them, but she was wrong. She looked at him shyly and fearfully but met his eyes. I'd go beside ye on yer road, Roland of Gilead. For as long as I may, or as long as ye'd have me.

You're welcome to your share of my way, he said. And I am

Blessed by your company, he would have finished, but before he could, a voice spoke from the tangle of moonshadow ahead of them, where the path at last climbed out of the rocky, sterile valley in which the Little Sisters had practiced their glamours.

It's a sad duty to stop such a pretty elopement, but stop it I must.

Sister Mary came from the shadows. Her fine white habit with its bright red rose had reverted to what it really was: the shroud of a corpse. Caught, hooded in its grimy folds, was a wrinkled, sagging face from which two black eyes stared. They looked like rotted dates. Below them, exposed by the thing's smile, four great incisors gleamed.

Upon the stretched skin of Sister Mary's forehead, bells tinkled but not the Dark Bells, Roland thought. There was that.

Stand clear, Jenna said. Or I'll bring thecan tam on ye.

No, Sister Mary said, stepping closer, ye won't. They'll not stray so far from the others. Shake your head and ring those damned bells until the clappers fall out, and still they'll never come.

Jenna did as bid, shaking her head furiously from side to side. The Dark Bells rang piercingly, but without that extra, almost psychic tone-quality that had gone through Roland's head like a spike. And the doctor-bugs what Jenna had called thecan tam did not come.

Smiling ever more broadly (Roland had an idea Mary herself hadn't been completely sure they wouldn't come until the experiment was made), the corpse-woman closed in on them, seeming to float above the ground. Her eyes flicked toward him. And put that away, she said.

Roland looked down and saw that one of his guns was in his hand. He had no memory of drawing it.

Unless 'tis been blessed or dipped in some sect's holy wet blood, water, semen it can't harm such as me, gunslinger. For I am more shade than substance yet still the equal to such as yerself, for all that.

She thought he would try shooting her, anyway; he saw it in her eyes. Those shooters are all ye have, her eyes said. Without em, you might as well be back in the tent we dreamed around ye, caught up in our slings and awaiting our pleasure.

Instead of shooting, he dropped the revolver back into its holster and launched himself at her with his hands out. Sister Mary uttered a scream that was mostly surprise, but it was not a long one; Roland's fingers clamped down on her throat and choked the sound off before it was fairly started.

The touch of her flesh was obscene it seemed not just alive butvarious beneath his hands, as if it was trying to crawl away from him. He could feel it running like liquid, flowing, and the sensation was horrible beyond description. Yet he clamped down harder, determined to choke the life out of her.

Then there came a blue flash (not in the air, he would think later; that flash happened inside his head, a single stroke of lightning as she touched off some brief but powerful brainstorm), and his hands flew away from her neck. For one moment his dazzled eyes saw great wet gouges in her gray flesh gouges in the shapes of his hands. Then he was flung backward, hitting the scree on his back and sliding, hitting his head on a jutting rock hard enough to provoke a second, lesser, flash of light.

Nay, my pretty man, she said, grimacing at him, laughing with those terrible dull eyes of hers. Ye don't choke such as me, and I'll take ye slow for'ee impertinence cut ye shallow in a hundred places to refresh my thirst! First, though, I'll have this vowless girl and I'll have those damned bells off her, in the bargain.

Come and see if you can! Jenna cried in a trembling voice, and shook her head from side to side. The Dark Bells rang mockingly, provokingly.

Mary's grimace of a smile fell away. Oh, I can, she breathed. Her mouth yawned. In the moonlight, her fangs gleamed in her gums like bone needles poked through a red pillow. I can and I

There was a growl from above them. It rose, then splintered into a volley of snarling barks. Mary turned to her left, and in the moment before the snarling thing left the rock on which it was standing, Roland could clearly read the startled bewilderment on Big Sister's face.

It launched itself at her, only a dark shape against the stars, legs outstretched so it looked like some sort of weird bat, but even before it crashed into the woman, striking her in the chest above her half-raised arms and fastening its own teeth on her throat, Roland knew exactly what it was.

As the shape bore her over onto her back, Sister Mary uttered a gibbering shriek that went through Roland's head like the Dark Bells themselves. He scrambled to his feet, gasping. The shadowy thing tore at her, forepaws on either side of her head, rear paws planted on the grave-shroud above her chest, where the rose had been.

Roland grabbed Jenna, who was looking down at the fallen Sister with a kind of frozen fascination.

Come on! he shouted. Before it decides it wants a bite of you, too!

The dog took no notice of them as Roland pulled Jenna past. It had torn Sister Mary's head mostly off.

Her flesh seemed to be changing, somehow decomposing, very likely but whatever was happening, Roland did not want to see it. He didn't want Jenna to see it, either.

They half-walked, half-ran to the top of the ridge, and when they got there paused for breath in the moonlight, heads down, hands linked, both of them gasping harshly.

The growling and snarling below them had faded, but was still faintly audible when Sister Jenna raised her head and asked him, What was it? You know I saw it in your face. And how could it attack her? We all have power over animals, but she has had the most.

Not over that one. Roland found himself recalling the unfortunate boy in the next bed. Norman hadn't known why the medallions kept the Sisters at arm's length whether it was the gold or the God. Now Roland knew the answer. It was a dog. Just a town-dog. I saw it in the square, before the green folk knocked me out and took me to the Sisters. I suppose the other animals that could run awaydid run away, but not that one. It had nothing to fear from the Little Sisters of Eluria, and somehow it knew it didn't. It bears the sign of the Jesus Man on its chest. Black fur on white. Just an accident of its birth, I imagine. In any case, it's done for her now. I knew it was lurking around. I heard it barking two or three times.

Why? Jenna whispered. Why would it come? Why would it stay? And why would it take on her as it did?

Roland of Gilead responded as he ever had and ever would when such useless, mystifying questions were raised: Ka. Come on. Let's get as far as we can from this place before we hide up for the day.

As far as they could turned out to be eight miles at most and probably, Roland thought as the two of them sank down in a patch of sweet-smelling sage beneath an overhang of rock, a good deal less. Five, perhaps. It was him slowing them down; or rather, it was the residue of the poison in the soup. When it was clear to him that he could not go farther without help, he asked her for one of the reeds. She refused, saying that the stuff in it might combine with the unaccustomed exercise to burst his heart.

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