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“
Pendragon
’
s
a
lovely
name
,
much
better
than
Jenkins
.
”
“
I
get
by
quite
well
with
a
plain
name
,
”
Sophie
said
as
they
turned
into
a
blessedly
narrow
,
cool
street
.
“
We
can
’
t
all
be
Mad
Hatters
,
”
said
Howl
.
Mrs
.
Pentstemmon
’
s
house
was
gracious
and
tall
,
near
the
end
of
the
narrow
street
.
It
had
orange
trees
in
tubs
on
either
side
of
its
handsome
front
door
.
This
door
was
opened
by
an
elderly
footman
in
black
velvet
,
who
led
them
into
a
wonderfully
cool
black
-
and
-
white
checkered
marble
hall
,
where
Michael
tried
secretly
to
wipe
sweat
off
his
face
.
Howl
,
who
always
seemed
to
be
cool
,
treated
the
footman
as
an
old
friend
and
made
jokes
to
him
.
The
footman
passed
them
on
to
a
page
boy
in
red
velvet
.
Sophie
,
as
the
boy
led
them
ceremoniously
up
polished
stairs
,
began
to
see
why
this
made
good
practice
for
meeting
the
King
.
She
felt
as
if
she
were
in
a
palace
already
.
When
the
boy
ushered
them
into
a
shaded
drawing
room
,
she
was
sure
even
a
palace
could
not
be
this
elegant
.
Everything
in
the
room
was
blue
and
gold
and
white
,
and
small
and
fine
.
Mrs
.
Pentstemmon
was
finest
of
all
.
She
was
tall
and
thin
,
and
she
sat
bolt
upright
in
a
blue
-
and
-
gold
embroidered
chair
,
supporting
herself
rigidly
with
one
hand
,
in
a
gold
-
mesh
mitten
,
on
a
gold
-
topped
cane
.
She
wore
old
-
gold
silk
,
in
a
very
stiff
and
old
-
fashioned
style
,
finished
off
with
an
old
-
gold
headdress
not
unlike
a
crown
,
which
tied
in
a
large
old
-
gold
bow
beneath
her
gaunt
eagle
face
.
She
was
the
finest
and
most
frightening
lady
Sophie
had
ever
seen
.
“
Ah
,
my
dear
Howell
,
”
she
said
,
holding
out
a
gold
-
mesh
mitten
.
Howl
bent
and
kissed
the
mitten
,
as
he
was
obviously
supposed
to
.
He
did
it
very
gracefully
,
but
it
was
rather
spoiled
from
the
back
view
by
Howl
flapping
his
other
hand
furiously
at
Michael
behind
his
back
.
Michael
,
a
little
too
slowly
,
realized
he
was
supposed
to
stand
by
the
door
beside
the
page
boy
.
He
backed
there
in
a
hurry
,
only
too
pleased
to
get
as
far
away
from
Mrs
.
Pentstemmon
as
he
could
.
“
Mrs
.
Pentstemmon
,
allow
me
to
present
my
old
mother
,
”
Howl
said
,
waving
his
hand
at
Sophie
.
Since
Sophie
felt
just
like
Michael
,
Howl
had
to
flap
his
hand
at
her
too
.
“
Charmed
.
Delighted
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Pentstemmon
,
and
she
held
her
gold
mitten
out
to
Sophie
.
Sophie
was
not
sure
if
Mrs
.
Pentstemmon
meant
her
to
kiss
the
mitten
as
well
,
but
she
could
not
bring
herself
to
try
.
She
laid
her
own
hand
on
the
mitten
instead
.
The
hand
under
it
felt
like
an
old
,
cold
claw
.
After
feeling
it
,
Sophie
was
quite
surprised
that
Mrs
.
Pentstemmon
was
alive
.
“
Forgive
my
not
standing
up
,
Mrs
.
Pendragon
,
”
Mrs
.
Pentstemmon
said
.
“
My
health
is
not
so
good
.
It
forced
me
to
retire
from
teaching
three
years
ago
.
Pray
sit
down
,
both
of
you
.
”
Trying
not
to
shake
with
nerves
,
Sophie
sat
grandly
in
the
embroidered
chair
opposite
Mrs
.
Pentstemmon
’
s
,
supporting
herself
on
her
stick
in
what
she
hoped
was
the
same
elegant
way
.
Howl
spread
himself
gracefully
in
a
chair
next
to
it
.
He
looked
quite
at
home
,
and
Sophie
envied
him
.
