Stephen King the Dark Tower Little Sisters of Eluria by Stephen King

Author:Stephen King [King, Stephen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sf, sf_fantasy
ISBN: 9781623300739
Google: X6WnDAEACAAJ
Publisher: Overlook Connection Press
Published: 2016-08-01T22:00:00+00:00

V. Sister Mary. A Message. A Visit from Ralph. Norman's Fate. Sister Mary Again.

When Roland awoke, it was full daylight, the silk roof overhead a bright white and billowing in a mild breeze. The doctor-bugs were singing contentedly. Beside him on his left, Norman was heavily asleep with his head turned so far to one side that his stubbly cheek rested on his shoulder.

Roland and John Norman were the only ones here. Further down on their side of the infirmary, the bed where the bearded man had been was empty, it's top sheet pulled up and neatly tucked in, the pillow neatly nestled in a crisp white case. The complication of slings in which his body had rested was gone.

Roland remembered the candles-the way their glow had combined and streamed up in a column, illuminating the Sisters as they gathered around the bearded man. Giggling. Their damned bells jingling.

Now, as if summoned by his thoughts, came Sister Mary, gliding along rapidly with Sister Louise in her wake. Louise bore a tray, and looked nervous. Mary was frowning, obviously not in good temper.

To be grumpy after you've fed so well? Roland thought. Fie, Sister.

She reached the gunslinger's bed and looked down at him. “I have little to thank ye for, sai,” she said with no preamble.

“Have I asked for your thanks?” he responded in a voice that sounded as dusty and little-used as the pages of an old book.

She took no notice. “Ye've made one who was only impudent and restless with her place outright rebellious. Well, her mother was the same way, and died of it not long after returning Jenna to her proper Place. Raise your hand, thankless man.”

“I can't. I can't move at all.”

“Oh, cully! Haven't you heard it said “fool not your mother “less she's out of face”? I know pretty well what ye can and can't do. Now raise your hand.”

Roland raised his right hand, trying to suggest more effort than it, actually took. He thought that this morning he might be strong enough to slip free of the slings… but what then? Any real walking would beyond him for hours yet, even without another dose of “medicine”… and behind Sister Mary, Sister Louise was taking the cover from a fresh bowl of soup. As Roland looked at it, his stomach rumbled.

Big Sister heard and smiled a bit. “Even lying in bed builds an appetite in a strong man, if it's done long enough. Wouldn't you say so, Jason brother of John?”

“My name is James. As you well know, Sister.”

“Do I?” She laughed angrily. “Oh, la! And if I whipped your little sweetheart hard enough and long enough-until the blood jumped her back like drops of sweat, let us say-should I not whip a different name out of her? Or didn't ye trust her with it, during your little talk?”

“Touch her and I'll kill you.”

She laughed again. Her face shimmered; her firm mouth turned into something that looked like a dying jellyfish. “Speak not of killing to us cully, lest we speak of it to you.

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