He reached out one trembling hand and straightened it. Bert turned, pretended to bang off a covered block of machinery—that was Bert, Roland thought; he would joke on the gallows—and then dashed back down the short corridor they’d used to get here. ”Roland’s eyes blazed so fiercely that Sheemie stumbled back a step. ”“Ye’d take it with us?”“Take it or break it.
“But remember yer promise, Will—if ye see me at Seafront—Mayor’s House—and if ye’d be my friend, see me there for the first time. Roland sat easily astride Rusher, looking out over the dreamy depths of land, at the grazing horses. And we knew that. Roland? What’s wrong? What ails thee?”For Roland was no longer hunkering; he had collapsed into a loose sitting position on the petal-strewn stone floor.
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