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

18: In which the scarecrow and Miss Angorian reappear

They opened the flower shop the next day. As Howl had pointed out, it could not have been simpler. Every early morning, all they had to do was to open the door with the knob purple-down and go out into the swimming green haze to gather flowers. It soon became a routine. Sophie took her stick and her scissors and stumped about, chatting to her stick, using it to test the squashy ground or hook down sprays of high-up choice roses. Michael took an invention of his own which he was very proud of. It was a large tin tub with water in it, which floated in the air and followed Michael wherever he went among the bushes. The dog-man went too. He had a wonderful time rushing about the wet green lanes, chasing butterflies or trying to catch the tiny, bright birds that fed on the flowers. While he dashed about. Sophie cut armloads of blue hibiscus, and Michael loaded the bath with orchids, roses, starry white flowers, shiny vermilion ones, or anything that caught his fancy. They all enjoyed this time.

Then, before the heat in the bushes grew too intense, they took the day#8217;s flowers back to the shop and arranged them in a motley collection of jugs and buckets which Howl had dug out of the yard. Two of the buckets were actually the seven-league boots. Nothing, Sophie thought as she arranged shocks of gladiolus in them, could show how completely Howl had lost interest in Lettie. He did not care now if Sophie used them or not.

Howl was nearly always missing while they gathered flowers. And the doorknob was always turned black-down. He was usually back for a late breakfast, looking dreamy, still in his black clothes. He would never tell Sophie which suit the black one really was. #8220;I#8217;m in mourning for Mrs. Pentstemmon,#8221; was all he would say. And if Sophie or Michael asked why Howl was always away at that time, Howl would look injured and say, #8220;If you want to talk to a schoolteacher, you have to catch her before school starts.#8221; Then he would disappear into the bathroom for the next two hours.

Meanwhile Sophie and Michael put on their fine clothes and opened the shop. Howl insisted on the fine clothes. He said it would attract custom. Sophie insisted they all wore aprons. And after the first few days, when the people of Market Chipping simply stared through the window and did not come into the shop, the shop became very popular. Word had gone round that Jenkins had flowers like no flowers ever seen before. People Sophie had known all her life came and bought flowers by the bundle. None of them recognized her, and that made her feel very odd. They all thought she was Howl#8217;s old mother. But Sophie had had enough of being Howl#8217;s old mother. #8220;I#8217;m his aunt,#8221; she told Mrs. Cesari. She became know as Aunt Jenkins.

By the time Howl arrived in the shop, in a black apron to match his suit, he usually found it quite busy. He made it busier still. This was when Sophie began to be sure that the black suit was really the charmed gray-and-scarlet one. Any lady Howl served was sure to go away with at least twice the number of flowers she asked for. Most of the time Howl charmed them into buying ten times as much. Before long, Sophie noticed ladies peering in and deciding not to come into the shop when they saw Howl there. She did not blame them. If you just want a rose for a buttonhole, you do not want to be forced to buy three dozen orchids. She did not discourage Howl when Howl took to spending long hours in the workshed across the yard.

#8220;I#8217;m setting up defenses against the Witch, before you ask,#8221; he said. #8220;By the time I#8217;ve finished, there will be no way she can get into any part of this place.#8221;

There was sometimes a problem with leftover flowers. Sophie could not bear to see them wilting overnight. She found she could keep them fairly fresh if she talked to them. After that, she talked to flowers a lot. She got Michael to make her a plant-nutrition spell, and she experimented in buckets in the sink, and in tubs in the alcove where she used to trim hats. She found she could keep some plants fresh for days. So of course she experimented some more. She got the soot out of the yard and planted things in it, muttering busily. She grew a navy-blue rose like that, which pleased her greatly. Its buds were coal black, and its flowers opened bluer and bluer until they became almost the same blue as Calcifer. Sophie was so delighted with it that she took roots from all the bags hanging on the beams and experimented with those. She told herself she had never been happier in her life.

This was not true. Something was wrong, and Sophie could not understand what. Sometimes she thought it was the way no one in Market Chipping recognized her. She did not dare go and see Martha, for fear Martha would not know her either. She did not dare tip the flowers out of the seven-league boots and go and see Lettie for the same reason. She just could not bear either of her sisters to see her as an old woman.

Michael went off with bunches of spare flowers to see Martha all the time. Sometimes Sophie thought that was what was the matter with her. Michael was so cheerful, and she was left on her own in the shop more and more often. But that did not seem to be quite it. Sophie enjoyed selling flowers on her own.

Sometimes the trouble seemed to be Calcifer. Calcifer was bored. He had nothing to do except to keep the castle gently drifting along the lanes of grass and round the various pools and lakes, and to make sure that they arrived in a new spot, with new flowers, every morning. His blue face was always leaning eagerly out of the grate when Sophie and Michael came in with their flowers. #8220;I want to see what it#8217;s like out there,#8221; he said. Sophie brought him tasty smelling leaves to burn, which made the castle room smell as strongly as the bathroom, but Calcifer said what he really wanted was company. They went in to the shop all day and left him alone.

So Sophie made Michael serve in the shop for at least an hour every morning while she went and talked to Calcifer. She invented guessing games to keep Calcifer occupied when she was busy. But Calcifer was still discontented. #8220;When are you going to break my contract with Howl?#8221; he asked more and more often.

And Sophie put Calcifer off. #8220;I#8217;m working on it,#8221; she said. #8220;It won#8217;t be long now.#8221; This was not quite true. Sophie had stopped thinking of it unless she had to. When she put together what Mrs. 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#8217;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.

#8220;What is that thing?#8221; he said. #8220;If you were expecting an ultra-violet violet or an infra-red geranium, you got it wrong, Mrs. Mad Scientist.#8221;

#8220;It looks like a squashed-baby flower,#8221; 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. #8220;I might have guessed,#8221; he said. #8220;It#8217;s mandrake root. Sophie strikes again. You do have a touch, don#8217;t you, Sophie?#8221; 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#8217;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.

Sophie#8217;s heart was behaving oddly even before she dared look out of the window. There, sure enough, came the scarecrow, hopping slowly and purposefully down the center of the street. The rags trailing from its outstretched arms were fewer and grayer, and the turnip of its face was withered into a look of determination, as if it had hopped ever since Howl hurled it away, until at last it had hopped its way back.

Sophie was not the only one to be scared. The few people about that early were running away from the scarecrow as hard as they could run. But the scarecrow took no notice and hopped on.

Sophie hid her face from it. #8220;We#8217;re not here!#8221; she told it in a fierce whisper. #8220;You don#8217;t know we#8217;re here! You can#8217;t find us. Hop away fast!#8221;

The clump, clump of the hopping stick slowed as the scarecrow neared the shop. Sophie wanted to scream for Howl, but all she seemed to be able to do was to go on repeating, #8220;We#8217;re not here. Go away quickly!#8221;

And the hop-hopping speeded up, just as she told it to, and the scarecrow hopped its way past the shop and on through Market Chipping. Sophie thought she was going to come over queer. But she seemed just to have been holding her breath. She took a deep breath and felt shaky with relief. If the scarecrow came back, she could send it away again.

Howl had gone out when Sophie went into the castle room. #8220;He seemed awfully upset,#8221; Michael said. Sophie looked at the door. The knob was black-down. Not that upset! she thought.

Michael went out too, to Cesari#8217;s, that morning, as Sophie was alone in the shop. It was very hot. The flowers wilted in spite of the spells, and very few people seemed to want to buy any. What with this, and the mandrake root, and the scarecrow, all Sophie#8217;s feelings seemed to come to a head. She was downright miserable.

#8220;It may be the curse hovering to catch up with Howl,#8221; she sighed to the flowers, #8220;but I think it#8217;s being the eldest, really. Look at me! I set out to seek my fortune and I end up exactly where I started, and old as the hills still!#8221;

Here the dog-man put his glossy red snout round the door to the yard and whined. Sophie sighed. Never an hour passed without the creature checking up on her. #8220;Yes, I#8217;m still here,#8221; she said. #8220;Where did you expect me to be?#8221;

The dog came into the shop. He sat up and stretched his paws out stiffly in front of him. Sophie realized he was trying to turn into a man. Poor creature. She tried to be nice to him because he was, after all, worse off than she was.

#8220;Try harder,#8221; she said. #8220;Put your back into it. You can be a man if you want.#8221;

The dog stretched and straightened his back, and strained and strained. And just as Sophie was sure he was going to have to give up or topple over backward, he managed to rise to his hind legs and heave himself up into a distraught, ginger-haired man.

#8220;I envy#8212;Howl,#8221; he panted. #8220;Does that#8212;so easily. I was#8212;dog in the hedge#8212;you helped. Told Lettie#8212;I knew you#8212;I#8217;d keep watch. I was#8212;here before in#8212;#8221; He began to double up again into a dog and howled with annoyance. #8220;With Witch in shop!#8221; he wailed, and fell forward onto his hands, growing a great deal of gray and white hair as he did so.

Sophie stared at the large, shaggy dog that stood there. #8220;You were with the Witch!#8221; she said. She remembered now. The anxious ginger-haired man who had stared at her in horror. #8220;Then you know who I am and you know I#8217;m under a spell. Does Lettie know too?#8221;

The huge, shaggy head nodded.

#8220;And she called you Gaston,#8221; Sophie remembered. #8220;Oh, my friend, she has made it hard for you! Fancy having all that hair in this weather! You#8217;d better go somewhere cool.#8221;

The dog nodded again and shambled miserably into the yard.

#8220;But why did Lettie send you?#8221; Sophie wondered. She felt thoroughly put out and disturbed by this discovery. She went up the stairs and through the broom cupboard to talk to Calcifer.

Calcifer was not much help. #8220;It doesn#8217;t make any difference how many people know you#8217;re under a spell,#8221; he said. #8220;It hasn#8217;t helped the dog much, has it?#8221;

#8220;No, but#8212;#8221; Sophie began, but, just then, the castle door clicked and opened. Sophie and Calcifer looked. They saw the door-knob was still set to black-down, and they expected Howl to come through it. It was hard to say which of them was more astonished when the person who slid rather cautiously round the door turned out to be Miss Angorian.

Miss Angorian was equally astonished. #8220;Oh, I beg your pardon!#8221; she said. #8220;I thought Mr. Jenkins might be here.#8221;

#8220;He#8217;s out,#8221; Sophie said stiffly, and she wondered where Howl had gone, if not to see Miss Angorian.

Miss Angorian let go of the door, which she had been clutching in her surprise. She left it swinging open on nothing and came pleadingly toward Sophie. Sophie found she had got up herself and come across the room. It seemed as if she was trying to block Miss Angorian off. #8220;Please,#8221; said Miss Angorian, #8220;don#8217;t tell Mr. Jenkins I was here. To tell you the truth, I only encouraged him in hope of getting news of my fiancé#8212;Ben Sullivan, you know. I#8217;m positive Ben disappeared to the same place Mr. Jenkins keeps disappearing to. Only Ben didn#8217;t come back.#8221;

#8220;There#8217;s no Mr. Sullivan here,#8221; Sophie said. And she thought, That#8217;s Wizard Suliman#8217;s name! I don#8217;t believe a word of it!

#8220;Oh, I know that,#8221; Miss Angorian said. #8220;But this feels like the right place. Do you mind if I just look round a little to give myself some idea of the sort of life Ben#8217;s leading now?#8221; She hooked her sheet of black hair behind one ear and tried to walk further into the room. Sophie stood in the way. This forced Miss Angorian to tiptoe pleadingly away sideways toward the workbench. #8220;How very quaint!#8221; she said, looking at the bottles and jars. #8220;What a quaint little town!#8221; she said, looking out of the window.

#8220;It#8217;s called Market Chipping,#8221; Sophie said, and she moved round and herded Miss Angorian back towards the door.

#8220;And what#8217;s up those stairs?#8221; Miss Angorian asked, pointing to the open door to the stairs.

#8220;Howl#8217;s private room,#8221; Sophie said firmly, walking Miss Angorian away backward.

#8220;And what#8217;s through that other open door?#8221; Miss Angorian asked.

#8220;A flower shop,#8221; said Sophie. Nosy Parker! she thought.

By this time Miss Angorian either had to back into the chair or out through the door again. She stared at Calcifer in a vague, frowning way, as if she was not sure what she was seeing, and Calcifer simply stared back without saying a word. This made Sophie feel better about being so very unfriendly. Only people who understood Calcifer were really welcome in Howl#8217;s house.

But now Miss Angorian made a dive round the chair and noticed Howl#8217;s guitar leaning in its corner. She snatched it up with a gasp and turned round holding it to her chest possessively. #8220;Ben had a guitar like this! It could be Ben#8217;s!#8221;

#8220;I heard Howl bought it last winter,#8221; Sophie said. And she walked forwards again, trying to scoop Miss Angorian out of her corner and through the door.

#8220;Something#8217;s happened to Ben!#8221; Miss Angorian said throbbingly. #8220;He would never have parted from his guitar! Where is he? I know he can#8217;t be dead. I#8217;d know in my heart if he were!#8221;

Sophie wondered whether to tell Miss Angorian that the Witch had caught Wizard Suliman. She looked across to see where the human skull was. She had half a mind to wave it in Miss Angorian#8217;s face and say it was Wizard Suliman#8217;s. But the skull was in the sink, hidden behind a bucket of spare ferns and lilies, and she knew that if she went over there, Miss Angorian would ooze out into the room again. Besides, it would be unkind.

#8220;May I take this guitar?#8221; Miss Angorian said huskily, clutching it to her. #8220;To remind me of Ben.#8221;

The throb in Miss Angorian#8217;s voice annoyed Sophie. #8220;No,#8221; she said. #8220;There#8217;s no need to be so intense about it. You#8217;ve no proof it was his.#8221; She hobbled close to Miss Angorian and seized the guitar by its neck. Miss Angorian stared at her over it with wide, anguished eyes. Sophie dragged. Miss Angorian hung on. The guitar gave out horrible, out-of-tune jangles. Sophie jerked it out of Miss Angorian#8217;s arms. #8220;Don#8217;t be silly,#8221; she said. #8220;You#8217;ve no right to walk into people#8217;s castles and take their guitars. I#8217;ve told you Mr. Sullivan#8217;s not here. Now go back to Wales. Go on.#8221; And she used the guitar to push Miss Angorian backward through the open door.

Miss Angorian backed into the nothingness until half of her vanished. #8220;You#8217;re hard,#8221; she said reproachfully.

#8220;Yes, I am!#8221; said Sophie and slammed the door on her. She turned the knob to orange-down to prevent Miss Angorian coming back and dumped the guitar back in its corner with a firm twang. #8220;And don#8217;t you dare tell Howl she was here!#8221; she said unreasonably to Calcifer. #8220;I bet she came to see Howl. The rest was just a pack of lies. Wizard Suliman was settled here, years ago. He probably came to get away from her beastly throbbing voice!#8221;

Calcifer chuckled. #8220;I#8217;ve never seen anyone got rid of so fast!#8221; he said.

This made Sophie feel both unkind and guilty. After all, she herself had walked into the castle in much the same way, and had been twice as nosy as Miss Angorian. #8220;Gah!#8221; she said. She stumped into the bathroom and stared at her withered old face in the mirrors. She picked up one of the packets labeled SKIN and then tossed it down again. Even young and fresh, she did not think her face compared particularly well with Miss Angorian#8217;s. #8220;Gah!#8221; she said. #8220;Doh!#8221; She hobbled rapidly back and seized ferns and lilies from the sink. She hobbled with them, dripping, to the shop, where she rammed them into a bucket of nutrition spell. #8220;Be daffodils!#8221; she told them in a mad, croaking voice. #8220;Be daffodils in June, you beastly things!#8221;

The dog-man put his shaggy face round the yard door. When he saw the mood Sophie was in, he backed out again hurriedly. When Michael came merrily in with a large pie a minute later, Sophie gave him such a glare that Michael instantly remembered a spell Howl had asked him to make up and fled away through the broom cupboard.

#8220;Gah!#8221; Sophie snarled after him. She bent over her bucket again. #8220;Be daffodils! Be daffodils!#8221; she croaked. It did not make her feel any better that she knew it was a silly way to behave.