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“
There
’
s
two
encounters
,
”
she
said
,
“
and
not
a
scrap
of
magical
gratitude
from
either
.
Still
,
you
’
re
a
good
stick
.
I
’
m
not
grumbling
.
But
I
’
m
surely
due
to
have
a
third
encounter
,
magical
or
not
.
In
fact
,
I
insist
on
one
.
I
wonder
what
it
will
be
.
”
The
third
encounter
came
towards
the
end
of
the
afternoon
when
Sophie
had
worked
her
way
quite
high
into
the
hills
.
A
countryman
came
whistling
down
the
lane
toward
her
.
A
shepherd
,
Sophie
thought
,
going
home
after
seeing
to
his
sheep
.
He
was
a
well
-
set
-
up
young
fellow
of
forty
or
so
.
“
Gracious
!
”
Sophie
said
to
herself
.
“
This
morning
I
’
d
have
seen
him
as
an
old
man
.
How
one
’
s
point
of
view
does
alter
!
”
When
the
shepherd
saw
Sophie
mumbling
to
herself
,
he
moved
rather
carefully
over
to
the
other
side
of
the
lane
and
called
out
with
great
heartiness
,
“
Good
evening
to
you
,
Mother
!
Where
are
you
off
to
?
”
“
Mother
?
”
said
Sophie
.
“
I
’
m
not
your
mother
,
young
man
!
”
“
A
manner
of
speaking
,
”
the
shepherd
said
,
edging
along
against
the
opposite
hedge
.
“
I
was
only
meaning
a
polite
inquiry
,
seeing
you
walk
into
the
hills
at
the
end
of
the
day
.
You
won
’
t
get
down
into
Upper
Folding
before
nightfall
,
will
you
?
”
Sophie
had
not
considered
this
.
She
stood
in
the
road
and
thought
about
it
.
“
It
doesn
’
t
matter
really
,
”
she
said
,
half
to
herself
.
“
You
can
’
t
be
fussy
when
you
’
re
off
to
seek
your
fortune
.
”
“
Can
’
t
you
indeed
,
Mother
?
”
said
the
shepherd
.
He
had
now
edged
himself
downhill
of
Sophie
and
seemed
to
feel
better
for
it
.
“
Then
I
wish
you
good
luck
,
Mother
,
provided
your
fortune
don
’
t
have
nothing
to
do
with
charming
folks
’
cattle
.
”
And
he
took
off
down
the
road
in
great
strides
,
almost
running
,
but
not
quite
.
Sophie
stared
after
him
indignantly
.
“
He
thought
I
was
a
witch
!
”
she
said
to
her
stick
.
She
had
half
a
mind
to
scare
the
shepherd
by
shouting
nasty
things
after
him
,
but
that
seemed
a
little
unkind
.
She
plugged
on
uphill
,
mumbling
.
Shortly
,
the
hedges
gave
way
to
bare
banks
and
the
land
beyond
became
heathery
upland
,
with
a
lot
of
steepness
beyond
that
covered
with
yellow
,
rattling
grass
.
Sophie
kept
grimly
on
.
By
now
her
knobby
old
feet
ached
,
and
her
back
,
and
her
knees
.
She
became
too
tired
to
mumble
and
simply
plugged
on
,
panting
,
until
the
sun
was
quite
low
.
And
all
at
once
it
became
quite
clear
to
Sophie
that
she
could
not
walk
a
step
further
.
