"Aye, lady. It has. And left no one to replace the machines which hold up the last magic in creation, for the Prim Prim has receded long since. The magic is gone and the machines are failing. Soon enough the Dark Tower will fall. Perhaps there'll be time for one splendid moment of universal rational thought before the darkness rules forever. Wouldn't that be nice?" has receded long since. The magic is gone and the machines are failing. Soon enough the Dark Tower will fall. Perhaps there'll be time for one splendid moment of universal rational thought before the darkness rules forever. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Won't the Crimson King be destroyed, too, when the Tower falls? Him and all his crew? The guys with the bleeding holes in their foreheads?"

"He has been promised his own kingdom, where he'll rule forever, tasting his own special pleasures." Distaste had crept into Mia's voice. Fear, too, perhaps.

"Promised? Promised by whom? Who is more powerful than he?"

"Lady, I know not. Perhaps this is only what he has promised himself." Mia shrugged. Her eyes wouldn't quite meet Susannah's.

"Can nothing prevent the fall of the Tower?"

"Not even your gunslinger friend hopes to prevent prevent it," Mia said, "only to slow it down by freeing the Breakers and-perhaps-slaying the Crimson King. Save it! it," Mia said, "only to slow it down by freeing the Breakers and-perhaps-slaying the Crimson King. Save it! Save Save it, O delight! Did he ever tell you that was his quest?" it, O delight! Did he ever tell you that was his quest?"

Susannah considered this and shook her head. If Roland had ever said that, in so many words, she couldn't remember. And she was sure she would have.

"No," Mia went on, "for he won't lie to his ka-tet unless he has to, 'tis his pride. What he wants of the Tower is only to see see it." Then she added, rather grudgingly: "Oh, perhaps to enter it, and climb to the room at the top, his ambition may strike so far. He may dream of standing on its allure as we hunker on this one, and chant the names of his fallen comrades, and of his line all the way back to Arthur Eld. But it." Then she added, rather grudgingly: "Oh, perhaps to enter it, and climb to the room at the top, his ambition may strike so far. He may dream of standing on its allure as we hunker on this one, and chant the names of his fallen comrades, and of his line all the way back to Arthur Eld. But save save it? No, good lady! Only a return of the magic could possibly save it, and-as you yourself well know-your dinh deals only in lead." it? No, good lady! Only a return of the magic could possibly save it, and-as you yourself well know-your dinh deals only in lead."

Never since crossing the worlds had Susannah heard Roland's trade of hand cast in such a paltry light. It made her feel sad and angry, but she hid her feelings as best she could.

"Tell me how your chap can be Roland's son, for I would hear."

"Aye, 'tis a good trick, but one the old people of River Crossing could have explained to you, I've no doubt."

Susannah started at that. "How do you know so much much of me?" of me?"

"Because you are possessed," Mia said, "and I am your possessor, sure. I can look through any of your memories that I like. I can read what your eyes see. Now be quiet and listen if you would learn, for I sense our time has grown short."

FOUR.

This is what Susannah's demon told her.

"There are six Beams, as you did say, but there are twelve Guardians, one for each end of each Beam. This-for we're still on it-is the Beam of Shardik. Were you to go beyond the Tower, it would become the Beam of Maturin, the great turtle upon whose shell the world rests.

"Similarly, there are but six demon elementals, one for each Beam. Below them is the whole invisible world, those creatures left behind on the beach of existence when the Prim Prim receded. There are speaking demons, demons of house which some call ghosts, ill-sick demons which some-makers of machines and worshippers of the great false god rationality, if it does ya-call disease. Many small demons but only six demon elementals. Yet as there are twelve Guardians for the six Beams, there are twelve demon receded. There are speaking demons, demons of house which some call ghosts, ill-sick demons which some-makers of machines and worshippers of the great false god rationality, if it does ya-call disease. Many small demons but only six demon elementals. Yet as there are twelve Guardians for the six Beams, there are twelve demon aspects, aspects, for each demon elemental is both male and female." for each demon elemental is both male and female."

Susannah began to see where this was going, and felt a sudden sinking in her guts. From the naked bristle of rocks beyond the allure, in what Mia called the Discordia, there came a dry, feverish cackle of laughter. This unseen humorist was joined by a second, a third, a fourth and fifth. Suddenly it seemed that the whole world was laughing at her. And perhaps with good reason, for it was a good joke. But how could she have known?

As the hyenas-or whatever they were-cackled, she said: "You're telling me that the demon elementals are hermaphrodites. That's why they're sterile, because they're both."

"Aye. In the place of the Oracle, your dinh had intercourse with one of these demon elementals in order to gain information, what's called prophecy prophecy in the High Speech. in the High Speech. He had no reason to think the Oracle was anything but a succubus, such as those that sometimes exist in the lonely places-" He had no reason to think the Oracle was anything but a succubus, such as those that sometimes exist in the lonely places-"

"Right," Susannah said, "just a run-of-the-mill demon sexpot."

"If you like," Mia said, and this time when she offered Susannah a pokeberry, Susannah took it and began to roll it between her palms, warming the skin. She still wasn't hungry, but her mouth was dry. So dry.

"The demon took the gunslinger's seed as female, and gave it back to you as male."

"When we were in the speaking ring," Susannah said dismally. She was remembering how the pouring rain had pounded against her upturned face, the sense of invisible hands on her shoulders, and then the thing's engorgement filling her up and at the same time seeming to tear her apart. The worst part had been the coldness of the enormous cock inside her. At the time, she'd thought it was like being fucked by an icicle.

And how had she gotten through it? By summoning Detta, of course. By calling on the bitch, victor in a hundred nasty little sex-skirmishes fought in the parking lots of two dozen roadhouses and county-line honky-tonks. Detta, who had trapped it- "It tried to get away," she told Mia. "Once it figured out it had its cock caught in a damn Chinese finger-puller, it tried to get away."

"If it had wanted to get away," Mia said quietly, "it would would have." have."

"Why would it bother fooling me?" Susannah asked, but she didn't need Mia to answer that question, not now. Because it had needed her, of course. It had needed her to carry the baby.

Roland's baby. baby.

Roland's doom.

"You know everything you need to know about the chap," Mia said. "Don't you?"

Susannah supposed she did. A demon had taken in Roland's seed while female; had stored it, somehow; and then shot it into Susannah Dean as male. Mia was right. She knew what she needed to know. Roland's seed while female; had stored it, somehow; and then shot it into Susannah Dean as male. Mia was right. She knew what she needed to know.

"I've kept my promise," Mia said. "Let's go back. The cold's not good for the chap."

"Just a minute longer," Susannah said. She held up the pokeberry. Golden fruit now bulged through ruptures in the orange skin. "My berry just popped. Let me eat it. I have another question."

"Eat and ask and be quick about both."

"Who are you you? Who are you really? Are you this demon? Does she have a name, by the way? She and he, do they have a name?"

"No," Mia said. "Elementals have no need of names; they are what they are. Am I a demon? Is that what you'd know? Yar, I suppose I am. Or I was. All that is vague now, like a dream."

"And you're not me ... or are you?"

Mia didn't answer. And Susannah realized that she probably didn't know.

"Mia?" Low. Musing.

Mia was hunkering against the merlon with her serape tucked between her knees. Susannah could see that her ankles were swollen and felt a moment's pity for the woman. Then she squashed it. This was no time for pity, for there was no truth in it.

"You ain't nothing but the baby-sitter, girl."

The reaction was all she'd hoped for, and more. Mia's face registered shock, then anger. Hell, fury. fury. "You "You lie! lie! I'm this chap's I'm this chap's mother! mother! And when he comes, Susannah, there will be no more combing the world for Breakers, for my chap will be the greatest of them all, able to break both of the remaining Beams all by himself!" Her voice had filled with pride that sounded alarmingly close to insanity. "My Mordred! Do you hear me?" And when he comes, Susannah, there will be no more combing the world for Breakers, for my chap will be the greatest of them all, able to break both of the remaining Beams all by himself!" Her voice had filled with pride that sounded alarmingly close to insanity. "My Mordred! Do you hear me?"

"Oh, yes," Susannah said. "I hear. And you're actually going to go trotting right to those who've made it their business to pull down the Tower, aren't you? They call, you come." She paused, then finished with deliberate softness. "And when you get to them, they'll take your chap, and thank you very much, and then send you back into the soup you came from." "And when you get to them, they'll take your chap, and thank you very much, and then send you back into the soup you came from."

"Nay! I shall have the raising of him, for so they have promised!" Mia crossed her arms protectively over her belly. "He's mine, I'm his mother and I shall have the raising of him!"

"Girl, why don't you get real? real? Do you think they'll Do you think they'll keep keep their word? their word? Them? Them? How can you see so much and not see that?" How can you see so much and not see that?"

Susannah knew the answer, of course. Motherhood itself had deluded her.

"Why would they not let me raise him?" Mia asked shrilly. "Who better? Who better than Mia, who was made for only two things, to bear a son and raise him?"

"But you're not just you," Susannah said. "You're like the children of the Calla, and just about everything else my friends and I have run into along the way. You're a twin, twin, Mia! I'm your other half, your lifeline. You see the world through my eyes and breathe through my lungs. I had to carry the chap, because you couldn't, could you? You're as sterile as the big boys. And once they've got your kid, their A-bomb of a Breaker, they'll get rid of you if only so they can get rid of me." Mia! I'm your other half, your lifeline. You see the world through my eyes and breathe through my lungs. I had to carry the chap, because you couldn't, could you? You're as sterile as the big boys. And once they've got your kid, their A-bomb of a Breaker, they'll get rid of you if only so they can get rid of me."

"I have their promise," she said. Her face was downcast, set in its stubbornness.

"Turn it around," Susannah said. "Turn it around, I beg. If I were in your place and you in mine, what would you think if I spoke of such a promise?"

"I'd tell you to stop your blabbering tongue!"

"Who are you, really? Where in the hell did they get you? Was it like a newspaper ad you answered, 'Surrogate Mother Wanted, Good Benefits, Short Term of Employment'? Who are you, really?"

"Shut up!"

Susannah leaned forward on her haunches. This position was ordinarily exquisitely uncomfortable for her, but she'd forgotten both her discomfort and the half-eaten pokeberry in her hand.

"Come on!" she said, her voice taking on the rasping tones of Detta Walker. "Come on and take off yo' blindfold, honeybunch, jus' like you made me take off mine! Tell the truth and spit in the devil's eye! Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you?"

"I don't know!" Mia screamed, and below them the jackals hidden in the rocks screamed back, only their screams were laughter. Mia screamed, and below them the jackals hidden in the rocks screamed back, only their screams were laughter. "I don't know, I don't know who I am, does that satisfy?" "I don't know, I don't know who I am, does that satisfy?"

It did not, and Susannah was about to press on and press harder when Detta Walker spoke up.

FIVE.

This is what Susannah's other demon told her.

Baby-doll, you need to think bout this a little, seem to me. She She cain't, she stone dumb, cain't read, cain't cipher more than just a little, ain't been to Morehouse, ain't been to cain't, she stone dumb, cain't read, cain't cipher more than just a little, ain't been to Morehouse, ain't been to no no house, but house, but you you have, Miss Oh-Detta Holmes been to Co have, Miss Oh-Detta Holmes been to Co-lum-bee-ya, lah-de-dah, de Gem ob de Ocean, ain't we jus' so fine.

You need to think bout how she pregnant, for one thing. She say she done fucked Roland out of his jizz, then turn male, into the Demon of the Ring, and shot it into you, and den you carryin it, you tossin all those nasty things she made you eat down yo' throat, so where she she in all this now, dat what Detta like to know. How come in all this now, dat what Detta like to know. How come she she settin there pregnant under dat greaser blanket she wearin? Is it more of dat ... what you call it ... visualization technique? settin there pregnant under dat greaser blanket she wearin? Is it more of dat ... what you call it ... visualization technique?

Susannah didn't know. She only knew that Mia was looking at her with suddenly narrowed eyes. She was doubtless picking up some of this monologue. How much? Not much at all, that was Susannah's bet; maybe a word here and there, but mostly it was just quack. And in any case, Mia certainly acted acted like the baby's mother. Baby Mordred! It was like a Charles Addams cartoon. like the baby's mother. Baby Mordred! It was like a Charles Addams cartoon.

Dat she do, Detta mused. Detta mused. She She ack ack like a Mommy, she wrapped around it root and branch, you right bout dat much. like a Mommy, she wrapped around it root and branch, you right bout dat much.

But maybe, Susannah thought, that was just her nature. Maybe once you got beyond the mothering instinct, there was was no Mia. no Mia.

A cold hand reached out and seized Susannah's wrist. "Who is it? Is it that nasty-talking one? If it is, banish her. She scares me." "Who is it? Is it that nasty-talking one? If it is, banish her. She scares me."

She still scared Susannah a little, in all truth, but not as much as when she'd first come to accept that Detta was real. They hadn't become friends and probably never would, but it was clear that Detta Walker could be a powerful ally. She was more than mean. Once you got past the idiotic Butterfly McQueen accent, she was shrewd.

Dis Mia make a mighty pow'ful ally her ownself, if you c'd get her on yo' side. Ain't hardly nothin in the world as pow'ful as a pissed-off Mommy.

"We're going back," Mia said. "I've answered your questions, the cold's bad for the baby, and the mean one's here. Palaver's done."

But Susannah shook off her grip and moved back a little, out of Mia's immediate reach. In the gap between the merlons the cold wind knifed through her light shirt, but it also seemed to clear her mind and refresh her thinking.

Part of her is me, because she has access to my memories. Eddie's ring, the people of River Crossing, Blaine the Mono. But she's got to be more more than me as well, because ... because than me as well, because ... because ... ...

Go on, girl, you ain't doin bad, but you slow. slow.

Because she knows all this other other stuff, as well. She knows about the demons, both the little ones and the elementals. She knows how the Beams came into being-sort of-and about this magical soup of creation, the stuff, as well. She knows about the demons, both the little ones and the elementals. She knows how the Beams came into being-sort of-and about this magical soup of creation, the Prim. Prim. As far as I ever knew, prim's a word you use for girls who are always yanking their skirts down over their knees. She didn't get that other meaning from me. As far as I ever knew, prim's a word you use for girls who are always yanking their skirts down over their knees. She didn't get that other meaning from me.

It occurred to her what this conversation was like: parents studying their new baby. Their new chap. He's got your nose, Yes but he's got your your eyes, and But my goodness, eyes, and But my goodness, where where did he get that hair? did he get that hair?

Detta said: And she also got friens back in New York, don't forget And she also got friens back in New York, don't forget dat. dat. Least she want to Least she want to think think they her friens. they her friens.

So she's someone or something else, as well. Someone from the invisible world of house demons and ill-sicks. But who? Is she really one of the elementals?

Detta laughed. She say so, but she lyin bout dat, sugar! I know she is! She say so, but she lyin bout dat, sugar! I know she is!

Then what is she? What was was she, before she was Mia? she, before she was Mia?

All at once a phone, amplified to almost ear-splitting shrillness, began to ring. It was so out of place on this abandoned castle tower that at first Susannah didn't know what it was. The things out there in the Discordia-jackals, hyenas, whatever they were-had been subsiding, but with the advent of this sound they began to cackle and shriek again.

Mia, daughter of none, mother of Mordred, knew that ringing for what it was immediately, however. She came forward. came forward. Susannah at once felt this world waver and lose its reality. It seemed almost to freeze and become something like a painting. Not a very good one, either. Susannah at once felt this world waver and lose its reality. It seemed almost to freeze and become something like a painting. Not a very good one, either.

"No!" she shouted, and threw herself at Mia.

But Mia-pregnant or not, scratched up or not, swollen ankles or no swollen ankles-overpowered her easily. Roland had shown them several hand-to-hand tricks (the Detta part of her had crowed with delight at the nastiness of them), but they were useless against Mia; she parried each before Susannah had done more than get started.

Sure, yes, of course, she knows your tricks just like she knows about Aunt Talitha in River Crossing and Topsy the Sailor in Lud, because she has access to your memories, because she is, at least to some extent, you- you- And here her thoughts ended, because Mia had twisted her arms up behind her and oh dear God the pain was enormous.

Ain't you just the most babyish cunt, Detta said with a kind of genial, panting contempt, and before Susannah could reply, an amazing thing happened: the world ripped open like a brittle piece of paper. This rip extended from the dirty cobbles of the allure's floor to the nearest merlon and then on up into the sky. It raced into that star-shot firmament and tore the crescent moon in two. Detta said with a kind of genial, panting contempt, and before Susannah could reply, an amazing thing happened: the world ripped open like a brittle piece of paper. This rip extended from the dirty cobbles of the allure's floor to the nearest merlon and then on up into the sky. It raced into that star-shot firmament and tore the crescent moon in two.

There was a moment for Susannah to think that this was it, one or both of the final two Beams had snapped and the Tower had fallen. Then, through the rip, she saw two women lying on one of the twin beds in room 1919 of the Plaza-Park Hotel. Their arms were around each other and their eyes were shut. They were dressed in identical bloodstained shirts and bluejeans. Their features were the same, but one had legs below the knee and straight silky hair and white skin. and bluejeans. Their features were the same, but one had legs below the knee and straight silky hair and white skin.

"Don't you mess with me!" Mia panted in her ear. Susannah could feel a fine, tickling spray of saliva. "Don't you mess with me or with my chap. Because I'm stronger, do you hear? I'm stronger! I'm stronger!"

There was no doubt about that, Susannah thought as she was propelled toward the widening hole. At least for now.

She was pushed through the rip in reality. For a moment her skin seemed simultaneously on fire and coated with ice. Somewhere the todash chimes were ringing, and then-

SIX.