“Roland . . .” Cuthbert began. Roland turned, one hand on the horn of his horse’s saddle. Cuthbert licked his lips, and for a moment Alain didn’t think he would be able to ask. If you don’t I will, Alain thought . . . but Bert managed, bringing the words out in a rush. “What did you see?” “Much,” Roland said. “I saw much, but most of it is already fading out of my mind, the way dreams do when you wake up. What I do remember I’ll tell you as we ride. You must know, because it changes everything. We’re going back to Gilead, but not for long.” “Where after that?” Alain asked, mounting. “West. In
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