"Ka like a wind," Susan murmurs, even as a flicker of wonderment passes through her thoughts.

Roland had had a horn as well. The Horn of Eld; the Horn o'Deschain. Blown by Cuthbert at Jericho Hill, and lost there, until Joe and the door and a number of things had happened. He has it now, again, still, wherever he is, and--

He reaches it, Moiraine had said.

Susan shakes her head, pushes the near-idle thoughts aside, and beams a bright smile at them both. "It must have been a wonder to hear."