And before her conscious mind could stop her (or at least censor her), Susannah spoke the truth her heart and soul knew: "It belongs to the Tower, sai. The Dark Tower. And it's to there I'll return it, ka willing."

"Gods be with you, lady-sai."

"And you, Mats. Long days and pleasant nights."

She watched the Swedish diplomat walk away, then looked down at the scrimshaw turtle and said, "That was pretty amazing, Mats old buddy."

Mia had no interest in the turtle; she had but a single object. This hotel, This hotel, she said. she said. Will there be a telephone? Will there be a telephone?

THREE.

Susannah-Mia put the turtle into the pocket of her bluejeans and forced herself to wait for twenty minutes on the park bench. She spent much of this time admiring her new lower legs (whoever they belonged to, they were pretty fine) and wiggling her new toes inside her new (stolen) shoes. Once she closed her eyes and summoned up the control room of the Dogan. More banks of warning lights had gone on there, and the machinery under the floor was throbbing louder than ever, but the needle of the dial marked S SUSANNAH-MIO was still just a little way into the yellow. Cracks in the floor had begun to appear, as she had known they would, but so far they didn't look serious. The situation wasn't that great, but she thought they could live with it for now. was still just a little way into the yellow. Cracks in the floor had begun to appear, as she had known they would, but so far they didn't look serious. The situation wasn't that great, but she thought they could live with it for now.

What are you waiting for? Mia demanded. Mia demanded. Why are we just sitting here? Why are we just sitting here?

I'm giving the Swede a chance to do his business for us at the hotel and clear out, Susannah replied. Susannah replied.

And when she thought enough time had passed for him to have done that, she gathered her bags, got up, crossed Second Avenue, and started down Forty-sixth Street to the Plaza-Park Hotel.

FOUR.

The lobby was full of pleasant afternoon light reflected by angles of green glass. Susannah had never seen such a beautiful room-outside of St. Patrick's, that was-but there was something alien about it, too.

Because it's the future, she thought. she thought.

God knew there were enough signs of that. The cars looked smaller, and entirely different. Many of the younger women she saw were walking around with their lower bellies exposed and their bra-straps showing. Susannah had to see this latter phenomenon four or five times on her stroll down Forty-sixth Street before she could completely convince herself that it was some sort of bizarre fashion fillip, and not a mistake. In her day, a woman with a bra-strap showing (or an inch of slip, snowing down south snowing down south they used to say) would have ducked into the nearest public restroom to pin it up, and at once. As for the deal with the nude bellies ... they used to say) would have ducked into the nearest public restroom to pin it up, and at once. As for the deal with the nude bellies ...

Would have gotten you arrested anywhere but Coney Island, she thought. she thought. No doubt about it. No doubt about it.

But the thing which made the biggest impression was also the hardest thing to define: the city just seemed bigger. bigger. It thundered and hummed all around her. It vibrated. Every breath of air was perfumed with its signature smell. The women waiting for taxis outside the hotel (with or without their bra-straps showing) could only be New York women; the doormen (not one but two) flagging cabs could only be New York doormen; the cabbies (she was amazed by how many of them were dark-skinned, and she saw one who was wearing a It thundered and hummed all around her. It vibrated. Every breath of air was perfumed with its signature smell. The women waiting for taxis outside the hotel (with or without their bra-straps showing) could only be New York women; the doormen (not one but two) flagging cabs could only be New York doormen; the cabbies (she was amazed by how many of them were dark-skinned, and she saw one who was wearing a turban turban) could only be New York cabbies, but they were all ... different. The world had moved on. It was as if her New York, that of 1964, had been a triple-A ball-club. This was the major leagues.

She paused for a moment just inside the lobby, pulling the scrimshaw turtle out of her pocket and getting her bearings. To her left was a parlor area. Two women were sitting there, chatting, and Susannah stared at them for a moment, hardly able to credit how much leg they were showing under the hems of their skirts ( the hems of their skirts (what skirts, ha-ha?). And they weren't teenagers or kollege kuties, either; these were women in their thirties, at least (although she supposed they might be in their skirts, ha-ha?). And they weren't teenagers or kollege kuties, either; these were women in their thirties, at least (although she supposed they might be in their sixties, sixties, who knew what scientific advances there might have been over the last thirty-five years). who knew what scientific advances there might have been over the last thirty-five years).

To the right was a little shop. Somewhere in the shadows behind it a piano was tinkling out something blessedly familiar-"Night and Day"-and Susannah knew if she went toward the sound, she'd find a lot of leather seats, a lot of sparkling bottles, and a gentleman in a white coat who'd be happy to serve her even if it was was only the middle of the afternoon. All this was a decided relief. only the middle of the afternoon. All this was a decided relief.

Directly ahead of her was the reception desk, and behind it was the most exotic woman Susannah had ever seen in her life. She appeared to be white, black, and Chinese, all whipped together. In 1964, such a woman would undoubtedly have been called a mongrel, no matter how beautiful she might have been. Here she had been popped into an extremely handsome ladies' suit and put behind the reception desk of a large first-class hotel. The Dark Tower might be increasingly shaky, Susannah thought, and the world might be moving on, but she thought the lovely desk clerk was proof (if any were needed) that not everything everything was falling down or going in the wrong direction. She was talking to a customer who was complaining about his in-room movie bill, whatever that might be. was falling down or going in the wrong direction. She was talking to a customer who was complaining about his in-room movie bill, whatever that might be.

Never mind, it's the future, Susannah told herself once again. Susannah told herself once again. It's science fiction, like the City of Lud. Best leave it at that. It's science fiction, like the City of Lud. Best leave it at that.

I don't care what it is or when, Mia said. Mia said. I want to be near a telephone. I want to see to my chap. I want to be near a telephone. I want to see to my chap.

Susannah walked past a sign on a tripod, then turned back and gave it a closer look.

AS OF JULY 1ST, 1999, THE NEW YORK PLAZA-PARK HYATT WILL BECOME THE REGAL U.N. PLAZA HOTEL ANOTHER GREAT SOMBRA/NORTH CENTRAL SOMBRA/NORTH CENTRAL PROJECT!! PROJECT!!.

Susannah thought, Sombra as in Turtle Bay Luxury Condominiums ... which never got built, from the look of that black-glass Sombra as in Turtle Bay Luxury Condominiums ... which never got built, from the look of that black-glass needle back on the corner. And North Central as in North Central Positronics. Interesting. needle back on the corner. And North Central as in North Central Positronics. Interesting.

She felt a sudden twinge of pain go through her head. Twinge? Hell, a bolt. It made her eyes water. And she knew who had sent it. Mia, who had no interest in the Sombra Corporation, North Central Positronics, or the Dark Tower itself, was becoming impatient. Susannah knew she'd have to change that, or at least try. Mia was focused blindly on her chap, but if she wanted to keep keep the chap, she might have to widen her field of vision a little bit. the chap, she might have to widen her field of vision a little bit.

She fight you ever' damn step of the way, Detta said. Her voice was shrewd and tough and cheerful. Detta said. Her voice was shrewd and tough and cheerful. You know dat too, don't you? You know dat too, don't you?

She did.

Susannah waited until the man with the problem finished explaining how he had ordered some movie called X-Rated X-Rated by accident, and he didn't mind paying as long as it wasn't on his bill, and then she stepped up to the desk herself. Her heart was pounding. by accident, and he didn't mind paying as long as it wasn't on his bill, and then she stepped up to the desk herself. Her heart was pounding.

"I believe that my friend, Mathiessen van Wyck, has rented a room for me," she said. She saw the reception clerk looking at her stained shirt with well-bred disapproval, and laughed nervously. "I really can't wait to take a shower and change my clothes. I had a small accident. At lunch."

"Yes, madam. Just let me check." The woman went to what looked like a small TV screen with a typewriter attached. She tapped a few keys, looked at the screen, and then said: "Susannah Mia Dean, is that correct?"

You say true, I say thank ya rose to her lips and she squelched it. "Yes, that's right." rose to her lips and she squelched it. "Yes, that's right."

"May I see some identification, please?"

For a moment Susannah was flummoxed. Then she reached into the rush bag and took out an Oriza, being careful to hold it by the blunt curve. She found herself remembering something Roland had said to Wayne Overholser, the Calla's big rancher: We deal in lead. We deal in lead. The 'Rizas weren't bullets, but surely they were the equivalent. She held the plate up in one hand and the small carved turtle in the other. The 'Rizas weren't bullets, but surely they were the equivalent. She held the plate up in one hand and the small carved turtle in the other.

"Will this do?" she asked pleasantly.

"What-" the beautiful desk clerk began, then fell silent as her eyes shifted from the plate to the turtle. They grew wide and slightly glassy. Her lips, coated with an interesting pink gloss (it looked more like candy than lipstick to Susannah), parted. A soft sound came from between them: ohhhh ohhhh ... ...

"It's my driver's license," Susannah said. "Do you see?" Luckily there was no one else around, not even a bellman. The late-day checkouts were on the sidewalk, fighting for hacks; in here, the lobby was a-doze. From the bar beyond the gift shop, "Night and Day" gave way to a lazy and introspective version of "Stardust."

"Driver's license," the desk clerk agreed in that same sighing, wondering voice.

"Good. Are you supposed to write anything down?"

"No ... Mr. Van Wyck rented the room ... all I need is to ... to check your ... may I hold the turtle, ma'am?"

"No," Susannah said, and the desk clerk began to weep. Susannah observed this phenomenon with bemusement. She didn't believe she had made so many people cry since her disastrous violin recital (both first and last) at the age of twelve.

"No, I may not hold it," the desk clerk said, weeping freely. "No, no, I may not, may not hold it, ah, Discordia, I may not-"

"Hush up your snivel," Susannah said, and the desk clerk hushed at once. "Give me the room-key, please."

But instead of a key, the Eurasian woman handed her a plastic card in a folder. Written on the inside of the folder-so would-be thieves couldn't easily see it, presumably-was the number 1919. Which didn't surprise Susannah at all. Mia, of course, could not have cared less.

She stumbled on her feet a little. Reeled a little. Had to wave one hand (the one holding her "driver's license") for balance. There was a moment when she thought she might tumble to the floor, and then she was okay again.

"Ma'am?" the desk clerk inquired. Looking remotely-very remotely-concerned. "Are you feeling all right?" remotely-concerned. "Are you feeling all right?"

"Yeah," Susannah said. "Only ... lost my balance there for a second or two."

Wondering, What in the blue hell just happened? What in the blue hell just happened? Oh, but she knew the answer. Mia was the one with the legs, Oh, but she knew the answer. Mia was the one with the legs, Mia. Mia. Susannah had been driving the bus ever since encountering old Mr. May I Not Take The Susannah had been driving the bus ever since encountering old Mr. May I Not Take The Skoldpadda, Skoldpadda, and this body was starting to revert to its legless-below-the-knee state. Crazy but true. Her body was going Susannah on her. and this body was starting to revert to its legless-below-the-knee state. Crazy but true. Her body was going Susannah on her.

Mia, get up here. Take charge.

I can't. Not yet. As soon as we're alone I will.

And dear Christ, Susannah recognized that tone of voice, recognized it very well. The bitch was shy. shy.

To the desk clerk, Susannah said, "What's this thing? Is it a key?"

"Why-yes, sai. You use it in the elevator as well as to open your room. Just push it into the slot in the direction the arrows point. Remove it briskly. When the light on the door turns green, you may enter. I have slightly over eight thousand dollars in my cash drawer. I'll give it all to you for your pretty thing, your turtle, your skoldpadda, skoldpadda, your your tortuga, tortuga, your your kavvit, kavvit, your-" your-"

"No," Susannah said, and staggered again. She clutched the edge of the desk. Her equilibrium was shot. "I'm going upstairs now." She'd meant to visit the gift shop first and spend some of Mats's dough on a clean shirt, if they carried such things, but that would have to wait. Everything Everything would have to wait. would have to wait.

"Yes, sai." No more ma'am, ma'am, not now. The turtle was working on her. Sanding away the gap between the worlds. not now. The turtle was working on her. Sanding away the gap between the worlds.

"You just forget you saw me, all right?"

"Yes, sai. Shall I put a do-not-disturb on the phone?"

Mia clamored. Susannah didn't even bother paying attention. "No, don't do that. I'm expecting a call."

"As you like, sai." Eyes on the turtle. Ever on the turtle. "Enjoy the Plaza-Park. Would you like a bellman to assist you with your bags?"

Look like I need help with these three pukey li'l things? Detta thought, but Susannah only shook her head. Detta thought, but Susannah only shook her head.

"Very well."

Susannah started to turn away, but the desk clerk's next words swung her back in a hurry.

"Soon comes the King, he of the Eye."

Susannah gaped at the woman, her surprise close to shock. She felt gooseflesh crawling up her arms. The desk clerk's beautiful face, meanwhile, remained placid. Dark eyes on the scrimshaw turtle. Lips parted, now damp with spittle as well as gloss. If I stay here much longer, If I stay here much longer, Susannah thought, Susannah thought, she'll start to drool. she'll start to drool.

Susannah very much wanted to pursue the business of the King and the Eye-it was her her business-and she could, she was the one up front and driving the bus, but she staggered again and knew she couldn't ... unless, that was, she wanted to crawl to the elevator on her hands and knees with the empty lower legs of her jeans trailing out behind her. business-and she could, she was the one up front and driving the bus, but she staggered again and knew she couldn't ... unless, that was, she wanted to crawl to the elevator on her hands and knees with the empty lower legs of her jeans trailing out behind her. Maybe later, Maybe later, she thought, knowing that was unlikely; things were moving too fast now. she thought, knowing that was unlikely; things were moving too fast now.

She started across the lobby, walking with an educated stagger. The desk clerk spoke after her in a voice expressing pleasant regret, no more than that.

"When the King comes and the Tower falls, sai, all such pretty things as yours will be broken. Then there will be darkness and nothing but the howl of Discordia and the cries of the can toi."

Susannah made no reply, although the gooseflesh was now all the way up the nape of her neck and she could feel her scalp tightening on her very skull. Her legs (someone's legs, anyway) were rapidly losing all feeling. If she'd been able to look at her bare skin, would she have seen her fine new legs going transparent? Would she have been able to see the blood flowing through her veins, bright red going down, darker and exhausted heading back up to her heart? The interwoven pigtails of muscle? legs, anyway) were rapidly losing all feeling. If she'd been able to look at her bare skin, would she have seen her fine new legs going transparent? Would she have been able to see the blood flowing through her veins, bright red going down, darker and exhausted heading back up to her heart? The interwoven pigtails of muscle?

She thought yes.

She pushed the UP UP button and then put the Oriza back into its bag, praying one of the three elevator doors would open before she collapsed. The piano player had switched to "Stormy Weather." button and then put the Oriza back into its bag, praying one of the three elevator doors would open before she collapsed. The piano player had switched to "Stormy Weather."

The door of the middle car opened. Susannah-Mia stepped in and pushed 19. The door slid shut but the car went nowhere.

The plastic card, she reminded herself. she reminded herself. You have to use the card. You have to use the card.

She saw the slot and slid the card into it, being careful to push in the direction of the arrows. This time when she pushed 19, the number lit up. A moment later she was shoved rudely aside as Mia came forward. came forward.

Susannah subsided at the back of her own mind with a kind of tired relief. Yes, let someone else take over, why not? Let someone else drive the bus for awhile. She could feel the strength and substance coming back into her legs, and that was enough for now.

FIVE.

Mia might have been a stranger in a strange land, but she was a fast learner. In the nineteenth-floor lobby she located the arrow with 1911-1923 beneath it and walked briskly down the corridor to 1919. The carpet, some thick green stuff that was delightfully soft, whispered beneath her (their) stolen shoes. She inserted the key-card, opened the door, and stepped in. There were two beds. She put the bags on one of them, looked around without much interest, then fixed her gaze on the telephone.

Susannah! Impatient. Impatient.

What?

How do I make it ring?

Susannah laughed with genuine amusement. Honey, you aren't the first person to ask Honey, you aren't the first person to ask that that question, believe me. Or the millionth. It either will or it won't. In its own good time. Meanwhile, why don't you have a look around. See if you can't find a place to store your gunna. question, believe me. Or the millionth. It either will or it won't. In its own good time. Meanwhile, why don't you have a look around. See if you can't find a place to store your gunna.

She expected an argument but didn't get one. Mia prowled the room (not bothering to open the drapes, although Susannah very much wanted to see the city from this height), peeked into the bathroom (palatial, with what looked like a marble basin and mirrors everywhere), then looked into the closet. Here, sitting on a shelf with some plastic bags for dry-cleaning on top, was a safe. There was a sign on it, but Mia couldn't read it. Roland had had similar problems from time to time, but his had been caused by the difference between the English language alphabet and In-World's "great letters." Susannah had an idea that Mia's problems were a lot more basic; although her kidnapper clearly knew numbers, Susannah didn't think the chap's mother could read at all. sign on it, but Mia couldn't read it. Roland had had similar problems from time to time, but his had been caused by the difference between the English language alphabet and In-World's "great letters." Susannah had an idea that Mia's problems were a lot more basic; although her kidnapper clearly knew numbers, Susannah didn't think the chap's mother could read at all.

Susannah came forward, came forward, but not all the way. For a moment she was looking through two sets of eyes at two signs, the sensation so peculiar that it made her feel nauseated. Then the images came together and she could read the message: but not all the way. For a moment she was looking through two sets of eyes at two signs, the sensation so peculiar that it made her feel nauseated. Then the images came together and she could read the message: THIS S SAFE IS PROVIDED FOR YOUR P PERSONAL B BELONGINGS T THE M MANAGEMENT OF THE P PLAZA-PARK H HYATT ASSUMES NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR I ITEMS LEFT HERE C CASH AND J JEWELRY SHOULD BE DEPOSITED IN THE H HOTEL S SAFE DOWNSTAIRS T TO SET C CODE, PUNCH IN FOUR NUMBERS PLUS ENTER T ENTER TO OPEN, ENTER YOUR FOUR-NUMBER C CODE AND PUSH OPEN OPEN.

Susannah retired and let Mia select four numbers. They turned out to be a one and three nines. It was the current year and might be one of the first combinations a room burglar would try, but at least it wasn't quite the room number itself. Besides, they were the right right numbers. Numbers of power. A numbers. Numbers of power. A sigul. sigul. They both knew it. They both knew it.

Mia tried the safe after programming it, found it locked tightly, then followed the directions for opening it. There was a whirring noise from somewhere inside and the door popped ajar. She put in the faded red MIDTOWN LANES MIDTOWN LANES bag-the box inside just fit on the shelf-and then the bag of Oriza plates. She closed and locked the safe's door again, tried the handle, found it tight, and nodded. The Borders bag was still on the bed. She took the wad of cash out of it and tucked it into the right front pocket of her jeans, along with the turtle. bag-the box inside just fit on the shelf-and then the bag of Oriza plates. She closed and locked the safe's door again, tried the handle, found it tight, and nodded. The Borders bag was still on the bed. She took the wad of cash out of it and tucked it into the right front pocket of her jeans, along with the turtle.

Have to get a clean shirt, Susannah reminded her unwelcome guest. Susannah reminded her unwelcome guest.

Mia, daughter of none, made no reply. She clearly cared cared bupkes bupkes for shirts, clean or dirty. Mia was looking at the telephone. For the time being, with her labor on hold, the phone was all she cared about. for shirts, clean or dirty. Mia was looking at the telephone. For the time being, with her labor on hold, the phone was all she cared about.

Now we palaver, Susannah said. Susannah said. You promised, and it's a promise you're going to keep. But not in that banquet room. You promised, and it's a promise you're going to keep. But not in that banquet room. She shuddered. She shuddered. Somewhere outside, hear me I beg. I want fresh air. That banqueting hall smelled of death. Somewhere outside, hear me I beg. I want fresh air. That banqueting hall smelled of death.

Mia didn't argue. Susannah got a vague sense of the other woman riffling through various files of memory-examining, rejecting, examining, rejecting-and at last finding something that would serve.

How do we go there? Mia asked indifferently. Mia asked indifferently.