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“
I
’
m
delirious
,
”
said
Howl
.
“
Spots
are
crawling
before
my
eyes
.
”
“
Those
are
spiders
,
”
said
Sophie
.
“
Why
can
’
t
you
cure
yourself
with
a
spell
?
”
“
Because
there
is
no
cure
for
a
cold
,
”
Howl
said
dolefully
.
“
Things
are
going
round
and
round
in
my
head
—
or
maybe
my
head
is
going
round
and
round
in
things
.
I
keep
thinking
of
the
terms
of
the
Witch
’
s
curse
.
I
hadn
’
t
realized
she
could
lay
me
bare
like
that
.
It
’
s
a
bad
thing
to
be
laid
bare
,
even
though
the
things
that
are
true
so
far
are
all
my
own
doing
.
I
keep
waiting
for
the
rest
to
happen
.
”
Sophie
thought
back
to
the
puzzling
verse
.
“
What
things
?
‘
Tell
me
where
all
the
past
years
are
’
?
”
“
Oh
,
I
know
that
,
”
said
Howl
.
“
My
own
,
or
anyone
else
’
s
.
They
’
re
all
there
,
just
where
they
always
were
.
I
could
go
and
play
bad
fairy
at
my
own
christening
if
I
wanted
.
Maybe
I
did
and
that
’
s
my
trouble
.
No
,
there
are
only
three
things
I
’
m
waiting
for
:
the
mermaids
,
the
mandrake
root
,
and
the
wind
to
advance
an
honest
mind
.
And
whether
I
get
white
hairs
,
I
suppose
,
only
I
’
m
not
going
to
take
the
spell
off
to
see
.
There
’
s
only
about
three
weeks
left
for
them
to
come
true
in
,
and
the
Witch
gets
me
as
soon
as
they
do
.
But
the
Rugby
Club
Reunion
is
Midsummer
Eve
,
so
I
shall
get
to
that
at
least
.
The
rest
all
happened
long
ago
.
”
“
You
mean
the
falling
star
and
never
being
able
to
find
a
woman
true
and
fair
?
”
said
Sophie
.
“
I
’
m
not
surprised
,
the
way
you
go
on
.
Mrs
.
Pentstemmon
told
me
you
were
going
to
the
bad
.
She
was
right
,
wasn
’
t
she
?
”
“
I
must
go
to
her
funeral
if
it
kills
me
,
”
Howl
said
sadly
.
“
Mrs
.
Pentstemmon
always
thought
far
too
well
of
me
.
I
blinded
her
with
my
charm
.
”
Water
ran
out
of
his
eyes
.
Sophie
had
no
idea
if
he
was
really
crying
,
or
whether
it
was
simply
his
cold
.
But
she
noticed
he
was
slithering
out
again
.
“
I
was
talking
about
the
way
you
keep
dropping
ladies
as
soon
as
you
’
ve
made
them
love
you
,
”
she
said
.
“
Why
do
you
do
it
?
”
Howl
pointed
a
shaky
hand
up
toward
the
canopy
of
his
bed
.
“
That
’
s
why
I
love
spiders
.
‘
If
at
first
you
don
’
t
succeed
,
try
,
try
,
try
,
again
.
