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Pentstemmon
had
said
with
all
the
things
Howl
and
Calcifer
had
said
,
she
found
she
had
some
strong
and
rather
terrible
ideas
about
the
contract
.
She
was
sure
that
breaking
it
would
be
the
end
of
both
Howl
and
Calcifer
.
Howl
might
deserve
it
,
but
Calcifer
did
not
.
And
since
Howl
seemed
to
be
working
quite
hard
in
order
to
slither
out
of
the
rest
of
the
Witch
’
s
curse
,
Sophie
wanted
to
do
nothing
unless
she
could
help
.
Sometimes
Sophie
thought
it
was
simply
that
the
dog
-
man
was
getting
her
down
.
He
was
such
a
doleful
creature
.
The
only
time
he
seemed
to
enjoy
himself
was
when
he
chased
down
the
green
lanes
between
the
bushes
every
morning
.
For
the
rest
of
the
day
he
trudged
gloomily
about
after
Sophie
,
sighing
deeply
.
As
Sophie
could
do
nothing
about
him
either
,
she
was
rather
glad
when
the
dog
-
man
took
to
lying
in
patches
of
shade
out
in
the
yard
,
panting
.
Meanwhile
the
roots
Sophie
had
planted
had
become
quite
interesting
.
The
onion
had
become
a
small
palm
tree
and
was
sprouting
little
onion
-
scented
nuts
.
Another
root
grew
into
a
sort
of
pink
sunflower
.
Only
one
was
slow
to
grow
.
When
it
at
last
put
out
two
round
green
leaves
,
Sophie
could
hardly
wait
to
see
what
it
would
grow
into
.
The
next
day
it
looked
as
if
it
might
be
an
orchid
.
It
had
pointed
leaves
spotted
with
mauve
and
a
long
green
stalk
growing
out
of
the
middle
with
a
large
bud
on
it
.
The
day
after
that
,
Sophie
left
the
fresh
flowers
in
the
tin
bath
and
hurried
eagerly
to
the
alcove
to
see
how
it
was
getting
on
.
The
bud
had
opened
into
a
pink
flower
like
an
orchid
that
had
been
through
a
mangle
.
It
was
flat
,
and
joined
to
the
stalk
just
below
a
round
tip
.
There
were
four
petals
sprouting
from
a
plump
pink
middle
,
two
pointing
downward
and
two
more
halfway
up
that
stuck
out
sideways
.
While
Sophie
stared
at
it
,
a
strong
scent
of
spring
flowers
warned
her
that
Howl
had
come
in
and
was
standing
behind
her
.
“
What
is
that
thing
?
”
he
said
.
“
If
you
were
expecting
an
ultra
-
violet
violet
or
an
infra
-
red
geranium
,
you
got
it
wrong
,
Mrs
.
Mad
Scientist
.
”
“
It
looks
like
a
squashed
-
baby
flower
,
”
Michael
said
,
coming
to
look
.
It
did
too
.
Howl
shot
Michael
an
alarmed
look
and
picked
up
the
flower
in
its
pot
.
He
slid
it
out
of
the
pot
into
his
hand
,
where
he
carefully
separated
the
white
,
thready
roots
and
the
soot
and
the
remains
of
the
manure
spell
,
until
he
uncovered
the
brown
,
forked
root
Sophie
had
grown
it
from
.
“
I
might
have
guessed
,
”
he
said
.
“
It
’
s
mandrake
root
.
Sophie
strikes
again
.
You
do
have
a
touch
,
don
’
t
you
,
Sophie
?
”
He
put
the
plant
carefully
back
,
passed
it
to
Sophie
,
and
went
away
,
looking
rather
pale
.
So
that
was
almost
all
the
curse
come
true
,
Sophie
thought
as
she
went
to
arrange
the
fresh
flowers
in
the
shopwindow
.
The
mandrake
root
had
had
a
baby
.
That
only
left
one
more
thing
:
the
wind
to
advance
an
honest
mind
.
If
that
meant
Howl
’
s
mind
had
to
be
honest
,
Sophie
thought
,
there
was
a
chance
that
the
curse
might
never
come
true
.
She
told
herself
it
served
Howl
right
anyway
,
for
going
courting
Miss
Angorian
every
morning
in
a
charmed
suit
,
but
she
still
felt
alarmed
and
guilty
.
She
arranged
a
sheaf
of
white
lilies
in
a
seven
-
league
boot
.
She
crawled
into
the
window
to
get
them
just
so
,
and
she
heard
a
regular
clump
,
clump
,
clump
from
outside
in
the
street
.
It
was
not
the
sound
of
a
horse
.
It
was
the
sound
of
a
stick
hitting
the
stones
.
