By the time Roland stepped through, Eddie had already lifted Susannah and was holding her in his arms. The boy looked up at the gunslinger. Neither of them smiled. Oy sat at Jake’s feet and smiled for both of them.

‘Hile, Jake,’ Roland said.

‘Hile, Father.’

‘Will you call me so?’

Jake nodded. ‘Yes, if I may.’

‘Such would please me ever,’ Roland said. Then, slowly – as one performs an action with which he’s unfamiliar – he held out his arms. Looking up at him solemnly, never taking his eyes from Roland’s face, the boy Jake moved between those killer’s hands and waited until they locked at his back.

He had had dreams of this that he would never have dared to tell.

– The Dark Tower Vol. 7, Chapter VII Part 3, Stephen King