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Jul. 15th, 2005 04:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lastgunslingerTed helps Roland down the hall and into room 99.
"Just like old times," says Ted wryly, with a sidelong smile at Roland.
Roland grunts.
Once inside, Ted settles Roland in his chair and awaits instruction.
"Write a note to the lady Moiraine, and take it to the bar. Ask that she gets it. Wait for her, and bring her upstairs, and don't say anything about why she's here in the bar. Put it in the note, or wait until you're up here."
Ted nods, and leaves.
A deep sigh, from Roland. He reaches for the volume of Yeats lying on the table and reads, and waits.
"Just like old times," says Ted wryly, with a sidelong smile at Roland.
Roland grunts.
Once inside, Ted settles Roland in his chair and awaits instruction.
"Write a note to the lady Moiraine, and take it to the bar. Ask that she gets it. Wait for her, and bring her upstairs, and don't say anything about why she's here in the bar. Put it in the note, or wait until you're up here."
Ted nods, and leaves.
A deep sigh, from Roland. He reaches for the volume of Yeats lying on the table and reads, and waits.
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Date: 2005-07-15 03:57 pm (UTC)Calm.
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Date: 2005-07-15 04:07 pm (UTC)"I am glad to hear that." A pause. "I may presume, of course, that Eddie has explained what happened to prevent his departure with the rest of you."
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Date: 2005-07-15 04:28 pm (UTC)And Eddie had been...noticeably quiet.
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Date: 2005-07-15 04:33 pm (UTC)Calmly, still, although the expression in the dark eyes is thoughtful. "The Wheel weaves."