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*The air near a certain table shimmers, and Moiraine appears. She glances around, then starts toward the bar. As she does so, Holly runs up, chittering, and brings a cup of tea. The Aes Sedai smiles in appreciation, then settles down with tea and her journal.*

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"Different levels of the same Tower."

He smiles. "Say on if you would, sai."

The Dark Tower, that Roland seeks; that is what you speak of, is it not so?

*Her tone is calm and unsurprised.*

I have known three Towers, as it happens, but none of the three is the same as that one, I suspect. Although there are levels to them all. *Her eyes are very dark.*

Similarities; mirrors of the Wheel, perhaps. My world had Artur Hawkwing, for example, and yours Arthur Eld.

*She tilts her head, studying Cuthbert, then adds,* And a horn.

Cuthbert meets her gaze and nods, his own expression turning curious. "Aye, lady. Roland's horn--passed down from Arthur Eld himself, or so the tales say."

He can still feel the curve of the horn against his palm at Jericho Hill--and the inexplicable relief he'd felt when he learned that Roland had the horn again, now.

It was regained by the time Alain heard it had been lost. He glances from one to the other, nodding in silent agreement with Cuthbert's words, and waits for Moiraine's response.

In my world, there is the Horn of Valere. *Moiraine's tone is calm and even, but her gaze has not left Cuthbert.*

Tia mi aven Moridin isainde vadin, it is inscribed. "The grave is no bar to my call."

When it is blown, it calls the heroes of the Ages back from the dead to stand against the Dark One. Artur Hawkwing himself has answered its call; it is meant to be used at the Last Battle, but it has already been found and sounded.

Cuthbert continues to look curious. Perhaps curious about why Moiraine's gaze hasn't left him as well as curious about the horn she speaks of.

"Roland's horn doesn't do anything so spectacular as that, I'm afraid. But this Horn of Valere, and this sounding you speak of--was its call answered?"

Perhaps it does not. You would know better than I, I think.

*A pause, and then Moiraine continues,*

It was answered, and will be again at Tarmon Gai'don.

Cuthbert nods gravely. "From what I know of it--and I've carried it myself, in battle--the Horn O' Deschain doesn't have any special properties, can't summon anyone from beyond the grave or the like. And yet--I'd not call it just a normal horn, for whether it truly belonged to Arthur Eld or no, there's long history behind it, you ken?"

Alain listens silently, and thoughtfully.

*Moiraine looks thoughtfully at Cuthbert, and then smiles serenely.*

The Wheel weaves. If there is more to it, perhaps it shall be shown in time.

*She turns to Alain, then.*

You mentioned different levels of the Tower. Would you explain further?

He searches for words. "Roland knows more about this than I, sai... The Dark Tower is the center of things, the linch-pin. And all the many worlds are only levels on it, do you ken? All held together by it."

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