"Howl's Moving Castle" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jones Diana Wynne)

15: In which Howl goes to a funeral in disguise

The dog-man curled up heavily on Sophie#8217;s toes when she went back to her sewing. Perhaps he was hoping she would manage to lift the spell if he stayed close to her. When a big, red-bearded man burst into the room, carrying a box of things, and shed his velvet cloak to become Michael, still carrying a box of things, the man-dog rose up and wagged his tail. He let Michael pat him and rub his ears.

#8220;I hope he stays,#8221; Michael said. #8220;I#8217;ve always wanted a dog.#8221;

Howl heard Michael#8217;s voice. He arrived downstairs wrapped in the brown patchwork cover off his bed. Sophie stopped sewing and took a careful grip on the dog. But the dog was courteous to Howl too. He did not object when Howl fetched a hand out of the coverlet and patted him.

#8220;Well?#8221; Howl croaked, dispersing clouds of dust as he conjured some more tissues.

#8220;I got everything,#8221; said Michael. #8220;And there#8217;s a real piece of luck, Howl. There#8217;s an empty hat shop for sale down in Market Chipping. It used to be a hat shop. Do you think we could move the castle there?#8221;

Howl sat on a tall stool like a robed Roman senator and considered. #8220;It depends on how much it costs,#8221; he said. #8220;I#8217;m tempted to move the Porthaven entrance there. That won#8217;t be easy, because it will mean moving Calcifer. Porthaven is where Calcifer actually is. What do you say, Calcifer?#8221;

#8220;It will take a very careful operation to move me,#8221; Calcifer said. He had become several shades paler at the thought. #8220;I think you should leave me where I am.#8221;

So Fanny is selling the shop, Sophie thought as the other three went on discussing the move. And so much for the conscience Howl said he had! But the main thing on her mind was the puzzling behavior of the dog. In spite of Sophie telling him many times that she could not take the spell of him, he did not seem to want to leave. He did not want to bite Howl. He let Michael take him for a run on the Porthaven Marshes that night and the following morning. His aim seemed to be to become part of the household.

#8220;Though if I were you, I#8217;d be in Upper Folding making sure to catch Lettie on the rebound,#8221; Sophie told him.

Howl was in and out of bed all the next day. When he was in bed, Michael had to tear up and down the stairs. When he was up, Michael had to race about, measuring the castle with him and fixing metal brackets to every single corner. In between, Howl kept appearing, robed in his quilt and clouds of dust, to ask questions and make announcements, mostly for Sophie#8217;s benefit.

#8220;Sophie, since you whitewashed over all the marks we made when we invented the castle, perhaps you can tell me where the marks in Michael#8217;s room were?#8221;

#8220;No,#8221; said Sophie, sewing her seventieth blue triangle. #8220;I can#8217;t.#8221;

Howl sneezed sadly and retired. Shortly, he emerged again. #8220;Sophie, if we were to take that hat shop, what would we sell?#8221;

Sophie found she had had enough of hats to last a lifetime. #8220;Not hats,#8221; she said. #8220;You can buy the shop, but not the business, you know.#8221;

#8220;Apply your fiendish mind to the matter,#8221; said Howl. #8220;Or even think, if you know how.#8221; And he marched away upstairs again.

Five minutes later, down he came again. #8220;Sophie, have you any preferences about the other entrances? Where would you like us to live?#8221;

Sophie instantly found her mind going to Mrs. Fairfax#8217;s house. #8220;I#8217;d like a nice house with lots of flowers,#8221; she said.

#8220;I see,#8221; croaked Howl, and marched away again.

Next time he reappeared, he was dressed. That made three times that day, and Sophie thought nothing of it until Howl put on the velvet cloak Michael had used and became a pale, coughing, red-bearded man with a large red handkerchief held to his nose. She realized Howl was going out then. #8220;You#8217;ll make your cold worse,#8221; she said.

#8220;I shall die and then you#8217;ll all be sorry,#8221; the red-bearded man said, and went out through the door with the knob green-down.

For an hour after that, Michael had time to work on his spell. Sophie got as far as her eighty-fourth blue triangle. Then the red-bearded man was back again. He shed the velvet cloak and became Howl, coughing harder than before and, if that was possible, more sorry for himself than ever.

#8220;I took the shop,#8221; he told Michael. #8220;It#8217;s got a useful shed at the back and a house at the side, and I took the lot. I#8217;m not sure what I shall pay for it all with, though.#8221;

#8220;What about the money you get if you find Prince Justin?#8221; Michael asked.

#8220;You forget,#8221; croaked Howl, #8220;the whole object of this operation is not to look for Prince Justin. We are going to vanish.#8221; And he went coughing upstairs to bed, where he shortly began shaking the beams sneezing for attention again.

Michael had to leave the spell and rush upstairs. Sophie might have gone, except the dog-man got in the way when she tried. This was another part of his odd behavior. He did not like Sophie to do anything for Howl. Sophie felt this was fairly reasonable. She began on her eighty-fifth triangle.

Michael came cheerfully down and worked on his spell. He was so happy that he was joining in Calcifer#8217;s saucepan song and chatting to the skull just as Sophie did, while he worked. #8220;We#8217;re going to live in Market Chipping,#8221; he told the skull. #8220;#8221;I can go and see my Lettie every day.#8221;

#8220;Is that why you told Howl about the shop?#8221; Sophie asked, threading her needle. By this time she was on her eighty-ninth triangle.

#8220;Yes,#8221; Michael said happily. #8220;Lettie told me about it when we were wondering how we#8217;d ever see one another again. I told her#8212;#8221;

He was interrupted by Howl, trailing downstairs in his quilt again. #8220;This is positively my last appearance,#8221; Howl croaked. #8220;I forgot to say that Mrs. Pentstemmon is being buried tomorrow on her estate near Porthaven and I shall need this suit cleaned.#8221; He brought the gray-and-scarlet suit out from inside his coverlet and dropped it on Sophie#8217;s lap. #8220;You#8217;re attending to the wrong suit,#8221; he told Sophie. #8220;This is the one I like, but I haven#8217;t the energy to clean it myself.#8221;

#8220;You don#8217;t need to go to the funeral, do you?#8221; Michael said anxiously.

#8220;I wouldn#8217;t dream of staying away,#8221; said Howl. #8220;Mrs. Pentstemmon made me the wizard I am. I have to pay my respects.#8221;

#8220;But your cold#8217;s worse,#8221; said Michael.

#8220;He#8217;s made it worse,#8221; said Sophie, #8220;by getting up and chasing around.#8221;

Howl at once put on his noblest expression. #8220;I#8217;ll be all right,#8221; he croaked, #8220;as long as I keep out of the sea wind. It#8217;s a bitter place, the Pentstemmon estate. The trees are all bent sideways and there#8217;s no shelter for miles.#8221;

Sophie knew he was just playing for sympathy. She snorted.

#8220;And what about the Witch?#8221; Michael asked.

Howl coughed piteously. #8220;I shall go in disguise, probably as another corpse,#8221; he said, trailing back toward the stairs.

#8220;Then you need a winding sheet and not this suit,#8221; Sophie called after him. Howl trailed away upstairs without answering and Sophie did not protest. She now had the charmed suit in her hands and it was too good a chance to miss. She took up her scissors and hacked the gray-and-scarlet suit into seven jagged pieces. That ought to discourage Howl from wearing it. Then she got to work on the last triangles of the blue-and-silver suit, mostly little fragments from round the neck. It was now very small indeed. It looked as if might be a size too small even for Mrs. Pentstemmon#8217;s page boy.

#8220;Michael,#8221; she said. #8220;Hurry up with that spell. It#8217;s urgent.#8221;

#8220;I won#8217;t be long now,#8221; Michael said.

Half an hour later he checked things off on his list and said he thought he was ready. He came over to Sophie carrying a tiny bowl with a very small amount of green powder in the bottom. #8220;Where do you want it?#8221;

#8220;Here,#8221; said Sophie, snipping the last threads. She pushed the sleeping dog-man aside and laid the child-sized suit carefully on the floor. Michael, quite as carefully, tipped the bowl and sprinkled powder on every inch of it.

Then they both waited, rather anxiously.

A moment passed. Michael sighed with relief. The suit was gently spreading out larger. They watched it spread, and spread, until one side of it piled up against the dog-man and Sophie had to pull it further away to give it room.

After about five minutes they both agreed that the suit looked Howl#8217;s size again. Michael gathered it up and carefully shook the excess powder off into the grate. Calcifer flared and snarled. The dog-man jumped in his sleep.

#8220;Watch it!#8221; said Calcifer. #8220;That was strong.#8221;

Sophie took the suit and hobbled upstairs n tiptoe with it. Howl was asleep on his gray pillows, with his spiders busily making new webs around him. He looked noble and sad in his sleep. Sophie hobbled round to put the blue-and-silver suit on the old chest by the window, trying to tell herself that the suit had got no larger since she picked it up. #8220;Still, if it stops you going to the funeral, that#8217;s no loss,#8221; she murmured as she took a look out of the window.

The sun was low across the neat garden. A large, dark man was out there, enthusiastically throwing a red ball towards Howl#8217;s nephew, Neil, who was standing with a look of patient suffering, holding a bat. Sophie could see the man was Neil#8217;s father.

#8220;Snooping again,#8221; Howl said suddenly behind her. Sophie swung round guiltily, to find that Howl was only half awake really. He may have even thought it was the day before, because he said, #8220; #8216;Teach me to keep off envy#8217;s stinging#8217;#8212;that#8217;s all part of past years now. I love Wales, but it doesn#8217;t love me. Megan#8217;s full of envy because she#8217;s respectable and I#8217;m not.#8221; Then he woke up a little more and asked, #8220;What are you doing?#8221;

#8220;Just putting out your suit for you,#8221; Sophie said, and hobbled hastily away.

Howl must have gone back to sleep. He did not emerge again that night. There was no sign of him stirring when Sophie and Michael got up next morning. They were careful not to disturb him. Neither of them felt that going to Mrs. Pentstemmon#8217;s funeral was a good idea. Michael crept out onto the hills to take the dog-man for a run. Sophie tiptoed about, getting breakfast, hoping Howl would oversleep. There was still no sign of Howl when Michael came back. The dog-man was starving hungry. Sophie and Michael were hunting in the closet for things a dog could eat when they heard Howl coming slowly down the stairs.

#8220;Sophie,#8221; Howl#8217;s voice said accusingly.

He was standing holding the door to the stair open with an arm that was entirely hidden in an immense blue-and-silver sleeve. His feet, on the bottom stair, were standing inside the top half of a gigantic blue-and-silver jacket. Howl#8217;s other arm did not come anywhere near the other huge sleeve. Sophie could see that arm in outline. Making bulging gestures under a vast frill collar. Behind Howl, the stairs were full of blue-and-silver suit trailing back all the way to his bedroom.

#8220;Oh, dear!#8221; said Michael. #8220;Howl, it was my fault !#8212;#8221;

#8220;Your fault? Garbage!#8221; said Howl. #8220;I can detect Sophie#8217;s hand a mile off. And there are several miles of this suit. Sophie dear, where is my other suit?#8221;

Sophie hurriedly fetched the pieces of gray-and-scarlet suit out of the broom cupboard, where she had hidden them.

Howl surveyed them. #8220;Well, that#8217;s something,#8221; he said. #8220;I#8217;d been expecting it to be too small to see. Give it here, all seven of it.#8221;

Sophie held the bundle of gray-and-scarlet cloth out toward him. Howl, with a bit of searching, succeeded in finding his hand inside the multiple folds of blue-and-silver sleeve and working it through a gap between two tremendous stitches. He grabbed the bundle off her. #8220;I am now,#8221; he said, #8220;going to get ready for the funeral. Please, both of you, refrain from doing anything whatsoever while I do. I can tell Sophie is in top form at the moment, and I want this room the usual size when I come back into it.#8221;

He set off with dignity to the bathroom, wading in blue-and-silver suit. The rest of the blue-and-silver suit followed him, dragging step by step down the stairs and rustling across the floor. By the time Howl was in the bathroom, most of the jacket was on the ground floor and the trousers were appearing on the stairs. Howl half-shut the bathroom door and seemed to go on hauling the suit in hand over hand. Sophie and Michael and the dog-man stood and watched yard after yard of blue or silver fabric proceed across the floor, decorated with an occasional silver button the size of a millstone and enormous, regular, ropelike stitches. There may have been nearly a mile of it.

#8220;I don#8217;t think I got that spell quite right,#8221; Michael said when the last huge scalloped edge had disappeared round the bathroom door.

#8220;And didn#8217;t he let you know it!#8221; said Calcifer. #8220;Another log, please.#8221;

Michael gave Calcifer another log. Sophie fed the dog-man. But neither of them dared do anything much else except stand around eating bread and honey for breakfast until Howl came out of the bathroom.

He came forth two hours later, out of a steam of verbena-scented spells. He was all in black. His suit was black, his boots were black, and his hair was black, the same blue-raven black as Miss Angorian#8217;s. His earring was a long jet pendant. Sophie wondered if the black hair was in honor of Mrs. Pentstemmon. She agreed with Mrs. Pentstemmon that black hair suited Howl. His green-glass eyes went better with it. But she wondered very much which suit the black one really was.

Howl conjured himself a black tissue and blew his nose on it. The window rattled. He picked up one of the slices of bread and honey from the bench and beckoned the dog-man. The dog-man looked dubious. #8220;I only want you where I can look at you,#8221; Howl croaked. His cold was still bad. #8220;Come here, pooch.#8221; As the dog crawled reluctantly into the middle of the room, Howl added, #8220;You won#8217;t find my other suit in the bathroom, Mrs. Snoop. You#8217;re not getting your hands on any of my clothes again.#8221;

Sophie stopped tiptoeing toward the bathroom and watched Howl walk round the dog-man, eating bread and honey and blowing his nose by turns.

#8220;What do you think of this as a disguise?#8221; he said. He flicked the black tissue at Calcifer and started to fall forward onto hands and knees. Almost as he started to move, he was gone. By the time he touched the floor, he was a curly red setter, just like the dog-man.

The dog-man was taken completely by surprise and his instincts got the better of him. His hackles came up, his ears lowered, and he growled. Howl played up#8212;or else he felt the same. The two identical dogs walked round one another, glaring, growling, bristling, and getting ready to fight.

Sophie caught the tail of the one she thought was the dog-man. Michael grabbed for the one he thought was Howl. Howl rather hastily turned himself back. Sophie found a tall black person standing in front of her and let go of the back of Howl#8217;s jacket. The dog-man sat down on Michael#8217;s feet, staring tragically.

#8220;Good,#8221; said Howl. #8220;If I can deceive another dog, I can fool everyone else. No one at the funeral is going to notice a stray dog lifting its leg against the gravestones.#8221; He went to the door and turned the knob blue-down.

#8220;Wait a moment,#8221; said Sophie. #8220;If you#8217;re going to the funeral as a red setter, why take all the trouble of getting yourself up in black?#8221;

Howl lifted his chin and looked noble. #8220;Respect to Mrs. Pentstemmon,#8221; he said, opening the door. #8220;She liked one to think of all the details.#8221; He went into the street of Porthaven.