He poured the poison down the drain at the last moment because he realized he might well be caught. If Roland had loved the young Queen just a little less, Flagg would have chanced it. But he was afraid that Roland, in his wounded fury at the loss of his wife, would never rest until he found the killer and saw his head on the spike at the very tip of the Needle. It was the one crime he would see avenged, no matter who had committed it. And would he find the murderer?
Flagg thought he might.
Hunting, after all, was the thing Roland did best.
So Sasha escaped-that time-protected by Flagg’s fear and her husband’s love. And in the meantime, Flagg still had the King’s ear in most matters.
Concerning the dollhouse, however-in that matter, you could say Sasha won, even though Flagg had by then succeeded in ridding himself of her.