'It is accepted, Blaine. But there is a larger problem.'

'EXPLAIN.'

'Close the carriage again and I will.' Roland sat down as if further argument—and the prospect of immediate death—was now unthinkable.

Blaine did as he was asked. The walls filled with color and the nightmare landscape below was once more blotted out. The blip on the route-map was now blinking close to the dot marked Candleton.

'All right,' Roland said. 'Rudeness is forgivable, Blaine; so I was taught in my youth. But I was also taught that stupidity is not.'

'HOW HAVE I BEEN STUPID, ROLAND OF GILEAD?' Blame's voice was soft and ominous. Susannah thought of a cat crouched outside a mouse-hole, tail swishing back and forth, green eyes shining with malevolence.

'We have something you want,' Roland said, 'but the only reward you offer if we give it to you is death. That's very stupid.'

There was a long, long pause as Blaine thought this over. Then: 'WHAT YOU SAY IS TRUE, ROLAND OF GILEAD, BUT THE QUALITY OF YOUR RIDDLES IS NOT PROVEN. I WILL NOT REWARD YOU WITH YOUR LIVES FOR BAD RIDDLES.'

Roland nodded. 'I understand, Blaine. Listen, now, and take understanding from me. I have told some of this to my friends already. When I was a boy in the Barony of Gilead, there were seven Fair-Days each year— Winter, Wide Earth, Sowing, Mid-Summer, Full Earth, Reaping, and Year's End. Riddling was an important part of every Fair-Day, but it was the most important event of the Fair of Wide Earth and that of Full Earth, for the riddles told were supposed to augur well or ill for the success of the crops.'

'THAT IS SUPERSTITION WITH NO BASIS AT ALL IN FACT,' Blaine said. 'I FIND IT ANNOYING AND UPSETTING.'

'Of course it was superstition,' Roland agreed, 'but you might be surprised at how well the riddles foresaw the crops. For instance, riddle me this, Blaine: What is the difference between a grandmother and a granary?'

'THAT IS OLD AND NOT VERY INTERESTING,' Blaine said, but he sounded happy to have something to solve, just the same. 'ONE IS ONE'S BORN KIN; THE OTHER IS ONE'S CORN-BIN. A RIDDLE

BASED ON PHONETIC COINCIDENCE. ANOTHER OF THIS TYPE, ONE TOLD ON THE LEVEL WHICH CONTAINS THE BARONY OF NEW YORK, GOES LIKE THIS: WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A CAT AND A COMPLEX SENTENCE?'

Jake spoke up. 'I know. A cat has claws at the end of its paws, and a complex sentence has a pause at the end of its clause.'

'YES,' Blaine agreed. 'A VERY SILLY OLD RIDDLE, USEFUL ONLY AS A MNEMONIC DEVICE.'

'For once I agree with you, Blaine old buddy,' Eddie said.

'I AM NOT YOUR BUDDY, EDDIE OF NEW YORK.'

'Well, jeez. Kiss my ass and go to heaven.'

'THERE IS NO HEAVEN.'

Eddie had no comeback for that one.

'I WOULD HEAR MORE OF FAIR-DAY RIDDLING IN GILEAD, ROLAND SON OF STEVEN.'

'At noon on Wide Earth and Full Earth, somewhere between sixteen and thirty riddlers would gather in the Hall of the Grandfathers, which was opened for the event. Those were the only times of year when common folk— merchants and farmers and ranchers and such—were allowed into the Hall of the Grandfathers, and on that day they all crowded in.'

The gunslinger's eyes were far away and dreamy; it was the expression Jake had seen on his face in that misty other life, when Roland had told him of how he and his friends, Cuthbert and Jamie, had once sneaked into the balcony of that same Hall to watch some sort of dance-party. Jake and Roland had been climbing into the mountains when Roland had told him of that time, close on the trail of Walter.

Marten sat next to my mother and father, Roland had said. Iknew them even from so high above—and once she and Marten danced, slowly and revolvingly, and the others cleared the floor for them and clapped when it was over. But the gunslingers did not clap….

Jake looked curiously at Roland, wondering again where this strange man had come from . . . and why.

'A great barrel was placed in the center of the floor,' Roland went on, 'and into this each riddler would toss a handful of bark scrolls with riddles writ upon them. Many were old, riddles they had gotten from the elders— even from books, in some cases—but many others were new, made up for the occasion. Three judges, one always a gunslinger, would pass on these when they were told aloud, and they were accepted only if the judges deemed them fair.'

'YES, RIDDLES MUST BE FAIR,' Blaine agreed.

'So they riddled,' the gunslinger said. A faint smile touched his mouth as he thought of those days, days when he had been the age of the bruised boy sitting across from him with the billy-bumbler in his lap. 'For hours on end they riddled. A line was formed down the center of the Hall of the Grandfathers. One's position in this line was determined by lot, and since it was much better to be at the end of the line than at the head, everyone hoped for a high draw, although the winner had to answer at least one riddle correctly.

'OF COURSE.'

'Each man or woman—for some of Gilead's best riddlers were women—approached the barrel, drew a riddle, and if the riddle was still unanswered after the sands in a three-minute glass had run out, that contestant had to leave the line.'

'AND WAS THE SAME RIDDLE ASKED OF THE NEXT PERSON IN THE LINE?'

'Yes.'

'SO THE NEXT PERSON HAD EXTRA TIME TO THINK.'

'Yes.'

'I SEE. IT SOUNDS PRETTY SWELL.'

Roland frowned. 'Swell?'

'He means it sounds like fun,' Susannah said quietly.

Roland shrugged. 'It was fun for the onlookers, I suppose, but the contestants took it very seriously. Quite often there were arguments and fistfights after the contest was over and the prize awarded.'

'WHAT PRIZE WAS THAT, ROLAND SON OF STEVEN?'

'The largest goose in Barony. And year after year my teacher, Cort, carried that goose home.'

'I WISH HE WERE HERE,' Blaine said respectfully. 'HE MUST HAVE BEEN A GREAT RIDDLER.'

'Indeed he was,' Roland said. 'Are you ready for my proposal, Blaine?'

'OF COURSE. I WILL LISTEN WITH GREAT INTEREST, ROLAND OF GILEAD.'

'Let these next few hours be our Fair-Day. You will not riddle us, for you wish to hear new riddles, not tell some of those millions you already know—'

'CORRECT.'

'We couldn't solve most of them, anyway,' Roland went on. 'I'm sure you know riddles that would have stumped even Cort, had they been pulled out of the barrel.' He was not sure of it at all, but the time to use the fist had passed and the time to use the feather had come.

'OF COURSE,' Blaine agreed.

'Instead of a goose, our lives shall be the prize,' Roland said. 'We will riddle you as we run, Blaine. If, when we come to Topeka, you have solved every one of our riddles, you may carry out your original plan and kill us. That is your goose. But if we pose you— if there is a riddle in either Jake's book or one of our heads which you don't know and can't answer—you must take us to Topeka and then free us to pursue our quest. That is our goose.'

Silence.

'Do you understand?'

'YES.'

'Do you agree?'

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