“No,” Roland said. He began to smile, and as his smile broadened, that of the man sitting on the throne began to falter. “You can enchant my guns, those of this world, I reckon,” he said. “Roland, I don’t know what you’re thinking of, laddie, but I warn you not to—” “Not to cross Oz the Great? Oz the Powerful? But I think I will, Marten . . . or Maerlyn . . . or whoever you call yourself now . . .” “Flagg, actually,” the man on the throne said.
