Ходячий замок
Chapter 19
SheknewthiswasridiculousevenbeforePercivalsaid,“No,theWitchcalledmeGaston,butthatisn’tmyname.”
“Don’tcrowdhim,Michael,”saidHowl.“Anddon’tmakeSophiesnortagain.Inthemoodshe’sin,she’llbringdownthecastlenexttime.”
ThoughthatseemedtomeanHowlwasnolongerangry,Sophiefoundshewasangrierthanever.Shestumpedoffintotheshop,whereshebangedabout,shuttingtheshopandputtingthingsawayforthenight.Shewenttolookatherdaffodils.Somethinghadgonehorriblywrongwiththem.Theywerewetbrownthingstrailingoutofabucketfullofthepoisonous-smellingliquidshehadevercomeacross.
“Oh,confounditall!”Sophieyelled.
“What’sallthis,now?”saidHowl,arrivingintheshop.Hebentoverthebucketandsniffed.“Youseemtohavesomeratherefficientweed-killerhere.Howabouttryingitonthoseweedsonthedriveofthemansion?”
“Iwill,”saidSophie.“Ifeellikekillingsomething!”Sheslammedarounduntilshehadfoundawateringcan,andstumpedthroughintothecastlewiththecanandthebucket,whereshehurledopenthedoor,orange-down,ontothemansiondrive.Percivallookedupanxiously.Theyhadgivenhimtheguitar,ratherasyougaveababyarattle,andhewassittingmakinghorribletwangings.
“Yougowithher,Percival,”Howlsaid.“Themoodshe’sinshe’llbekillingallthetreestoo.”
SoPercivallaiddowntheguitarandtookthebucketcarefullyoutofSophie’shand.Sophiestumpedoutintoagoldensummereveningattheendofthevalley.
