As he runs - no hesitation, of course, because even if he did not trust Eddie's judgment here fear is helping make Roland's feet light and his body quick - a part of his mind is admiring Eddie. Even here, with a different life and (presumably) completely untrained, Eddie keeps his head now. Even now, with the noise and destruction and sheer presence of the thing very, very close. The size of it isn't anything Roland spends time or thought trying to quantify, but the creature is surely larger than anything in all but the most outlandish of all the old stories. Having it so close and rushing closer is an experience that even now is unimaginable. Indescribable.

"So fell Lord Perth," Roland finds himself muttering as he runs, and turns, and looks back. Too big, of course, to see all of it, certainly too tall to catch more than a glimpse of the head, but Roland does not look behind him without a purpose. He does not split from Eddie's path without a purpose, either, and yet now Roland is doing both.

"It's following me!" he shouts, using his very loudest, clearest voice. "Circle around! Get behind it!"