He shakes his head, putting down his glass and tapping a little ash off his cigarette. "Only the Touch, though there's a little more to it than I told you. And there's things you might think powers, as some do in the Outer Baronies, but they're only training. Training, and blood. It's that," he adds after a moment, "that ought to have seen Roland and me further, and didn't."

He's been thinking a lot about that, of late. Those are gunslinger traits, and ever since Roland's death in the Arena, he's been thinking long and hard on what a gunslinger is in a place like this. If there's even space for one. We fought thousands with maybe five hundred men, and we survived. But when it comes to this test, we fall like everyone else.