Zero watched him disappear, back to Mid-world. He drew his attention back to the Green, pulsating in his hand. Oh, that awesome word, that terrible word. He was beginning to understand truly what it meant. The word he had sought for all of his life. Ken. Do ya kennit?

He did. He kennet everything. The Grey had given him the knowledge, and now he could ken all that knowledge. All of everything.

There were thankyas to be given. He turned and went to his hut, up by the cliff. Though it wasn't quite his, not anymore. His guest had taken control, and he didn't mind, do ya kennit? His guest had gotten him the Green. That's all that matters; his own personal quest was over. Ka had brought him to this man, this man who promised him the world, nay, the universe, and then delivered. Do you kennit? Do you kennit? He did.

"Sai', I have the green. I cannot express my thanks enough... Thankya sai', long days and pleasant nights, do ya."

A slightly high-pitched voice emitted from the hut as he approached; a voice any Constant Reader would recognize instantly, for the Constant Reader has heard it many times before. "No, thank you. You have taken the Green from the Swordslinger, and kept the Grey safe from his seeking hands. Without them, he cannot achieve his goal, say thankya. He cannot return to this land, this clearing at the end of the path, without my help again. Not even Gan could send him here, not without forcing him to stay. He might know it as the clearing as I do, your Justin might have learned it as the Elysian Fields. But you know this, already. I can see it in your eyes." He stepped out of the hut as he spoke. "What shall you do with your newfound understanding? I would speak to you da-dihn. Ka-tat. Bind yourself with Ka, and meditate on your newfound wisdom. Do ya kennit?" He did kennit, and he nodded. "I personally am going to take a walk. Your hut might be sufficient for you, who so often sit still all day, but I desire some exercise a'fore my muscles deteriorate."

He entered the hut and sat on the rug, watching his guest leave. And he reflected.

He reflected on finding Comicality, breaker of Breakers, that immortal. He reflected on meeting Justin, the most powerful vampire– nay, being– he had ever met. And he knew, Comicality would facilitate him. Bring him together, focus his mind, ka-tat, he kennet. He reflected on his meeting with the Swordslinger, that great man, and knowing in his heart that the Swordslinger would eventually win out. He did not share this with his guest; his guest would not be happy. But at least he understood why, now, why the man would succeed. He kennit.

He kennet why the beings in Todash Darkness so lusted for light, yet hated it so. He understood their pain, their pleasure, their torture. He kennet why Black Thirteen, so malicious in its ways, targeted certain individuals and drove them to insanity. He truly understood it. He thought back, and when his brain touched the subject that he knew was the Dark Tower, he stopped. For he knew, if he truly understood the Dark Tower, Gan, Ka, something would happen.

Something bad.

So he didn't. Instead he gazed forward, to the future. He saw the final Gunslinger of Old Gilead reach the Tower for the infinith time and reach the top with his true son, ending the Third Cycle. He saw the Man Jesus crucified on the True Cross, ending the Second Cycle. He saw the beginning, when all was Todash and all that existed were the Guardians and their Ka-tet. He saw the alien race, their abandoning of the Green for the Grey, their storing of the Green on a planet existing outside of time, but not outside Ka. And he understood why they did that. They did not need the understanding, they only needed the technology.

And he kennit. Do ya kennit?

He watched the Swordslinger walk through the marsh for a while, in his mind. For he saw it at all angles, in order, because he knew what it would look like from every angle. Because he harnessed what he would come to call the Library. The awesome power of the combination of the Green and the Grey. And he slept.

When he woke, his guest had returned. He looked rested, and very happy.

"I must be getting on. I hope you understand, and your hospitality was most appreciated, say thankya. Unfortunately, I must move on. The Swordslinger, after all..."

"Aye... I understand, good sir." He chuckled. "I do... I understand everything now. Goodbye, friend."

The Pink Jester smiled, nodded, and dissapeared.