"Part of their work is looking for references to people who live or did live in the Keystone World," Nancy said. "Real people, in other words. And references to the Dark Tower, of course." She handed him the padded envelope and Roland felt the corners of what could only be a book inside. "If King ever wrote a keystone book, Roland-outside the Dark Tower series itself, I mean-we think it must be this one."
The flap of the envelope was held by a clasp. Roland looked askance at both Marian and Nancy. They nodded. The gunslinger opened the clasp and pulled out an extremely thick volume with a cover of red and white. There was no picture on it, only Stephen King's name and a single word.
Red for the King, White for Arthur Eld, he thought. White over Red, thus Gan wills ever.
Or perhaps it was just a coincidence.
, "What is this word?" Roland asked, tapping the title.
"Insomnia," Nancy said. "It means-"
"I know what it means," Roland said. "Why do you give me the book?"
"Because the story hinges on the Dark Tower," Nancy said,
"and because there's a character in it named Ed Deepneau. He happens to be the villain of the piece."
The villain of the piece, Roland thought. No wonder her color rose.
"Do you have anyone by that name in your family?" he asked her.
"We did," she said. "In Bangor, which is the town King is writing about when he writes about Derry, as he does in this book.
The real Ed Deepneau died in 1947, the year King was born. He was a bookkeeper, as inoffensive as milk and cookies. The one in Insomnia is a lunatic who falls under the power of the Crimson King. He attempts to turn an airplane into a bomb and crash it into a building, killing thousands of people."
"Pray it never happens," the old man said gloomily, looking out at the New York City skyline. "God knows it could."
"In the story the plan fails," Nancy said. "Although some people are killed, the main character in the book, an old man named Ralph Roberts, manages to keep the absolute worst from happening."
Roland was looking intently at Aaron Deepnau's grandniece.
"The Crimson King is mentioned in here? By actual name?"
"Yes," she said. "The Ed Deepneau in Bangor-the real. Deepneau-was a cousin of my father's, four or five times removed. The Calvins could show you the family tree if you wanted, but there really isn't much of a connection to Uncle Aaron's part of it. We think King may have used the name in the book as a way of getting your attention-or ours-without even realizing what he was doing."
"A message from his undermind," the gunslinger mused.
Nancy brightened. "His subconscious, yes! Yes, that's exactly what we think!"
It wasn't exactly what Roland was thinking. The gunslinger had been recalling how he had hypnotized King in the year of 1977; how he had told him to listen for Ves'-Ka Gan, the Song of the Turtle. Had King's undermind, the part of him that would never have stopped trying to obey the hypnotic command, put part of the Song of the Turde in this book? A book the Servants of the King might have neglected because it wasn't part of the
"Dark Tower Cycle"? Roland thought that could be, and that the name Deepneau might indeed be a sigul. But-
"I can't read this," he said. "A word here and a word there, perhaps, but no more."
"You can't, but my girl can," Moses Carver said. "My girl Odetta, that you call Susannah."
Roland nodded slowly. And although he had already begun to have his doubts, his mind nevertheless cast up a brilliant image of the two of them sitting close by a fire-a large one, for the night was cold-with Oy between. In the rocks above them the wind howled bitter notes of winter, but they cared not, for their bellies were full, their bodies were warm, dressed in the skins of animals they had killed themselves, and they had a story to entertain them.
Stephen King's story of insomnia.
"She'll read it to you on the trail," Moses said. "On your last trail, say God!"
Yes, Roland thought. One last story to hear, one last trail to follow.
The one that leads to Can '-Ka No Rey, and the Dark Tower. "Or it would be nice to think so," Nancy said, "In the story, the Crimson King is using Ed Deepneau to kill one single child, a boy named Patrick Danville.
Just before the attack, while Patrick and his mother are waiting for a woman to make a speech, the boy draws a picture, one that shows you, Roland, and the Crimson King, apparently imprisoned at the top of the Dark Tower."
Roland started in his seat. "The top? Imprisoned at the top?"
"Easy," Marian said. "Take it easy, Roland. The Calvins have been analyzing King's work for years, every word and every reference, and everything they produce gets forwarded to the good-mind folken in New Mexico. Although these two groups have never seen each other, it would be perfectly correct to say that they work together."
"Not that they're always in agreement," Nancy said.
"They sure aren't!n Marian spoke in the exasperated tone of one who's had to referee more than her share of squabbles. "But one thing that they are in agreement about is that King's references to the Dark Tower are almost always masked, and sometimes mean nothing at all."
Roland nodded. "He speaks of it because his undermind is always thinking of it, but sometimes he lapses into gibberish."
"Yes," Nancy said.