“Will you share khef with me, and share this water?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Drink, bondsman.’ Jake did. Then, before Roland could kiss him, he dropped the cup, flung his arms about the gunslinger’s neck, and whispered fiercely into his ear: ‘Roland, I love you.’ ‘I love you, too,’ he said, and released him. Outside, the wind gusted again. Jake waited for something to howl – perhaps in triumph – but nothing did.”
