Jamie DeCurry

Roland had spoken of a thousand things as the two of them made their tortuous way up the beach from the door marked THE PRISONER to the one marked THE LADY OF THE SHADOWS, and he had mentioned what seemed like a thousand names in his fever-heated monologues—Alain, Cort, Jamie de Curry, Cuthbert (this one more often than all the others), Hax, Martin (or perhaps it was Marten, like the animal), Walter, Susan, even a guy with the unlikely name …

Eddie remembers Roland’s feverish list of old companions including Jamie de Curry.

Ask him what happened to Jamie De Curry! He never had a friend he didn’t kill, never had a lover who’s not dust in the wind!” “Go your way,” Susannah says, “and leave us to ours.” Rhea’s green, cracked lips twist in a horrible sneer. “He’s killed his own mother!

Rhea names Jamie among Roland’s lost friends alongside Alain and Cuthbert.

Jamie DeCurry has been killed by a sniper, perhaps Grissom’s eagle-eyed son or Grissom himself. With Alain the end was far worse; he was shot in the dark the night before the final battle by his two best friends, a stupid error, a horrible death. There was no help.

Roland remembers Jamie being killed by a sniper during the retreat with his final companions.

“Did you finish your candy?” I asked. “Don’t want the rest,” he said, and sighed. Outside the wind boomed hard enough to shake the building, then subsided. “I hate that sound,” he said—just what Jamie DeCurry had said. It made me smile a little. “And I hate being in here.

Young Roland recalls Jamie DeCurry’s reaction to the same sound during their journey.