“Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain,” said a voice from behind them, and then tittered. Men stand around these fires, not speaking, their faces solemn. That’s not the way. And what had been seeping into Jake’s thoughts ever since Roland stepped into the aisle and began to try Blaine with riddles from his young days was a sense of doom.
It couldn’t have been easy for him, and it must have been damned scary in places—there were wheels and wheels of wild country between Mejis and Gilead, and plenty of wild folks, too. His eyes were fixed on the drawstring sack slung over Alain’s shoulder. You and me first, with Renfrew’s boys, and Lengyll behind, with the rest of the men. Men shrieked their lives away in the thickening smoke below.
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