of Never Lane and the great hall filled with clocks, of hot chocolate and rolls and honey, of her conversation with Professor Hora.
She could even recall the riddle, word for word. Above all, though, she recalled what she had witnessed beneath the golden dome.
She had only to shut her eyes to see the hour-lilies in all their undreamed-of splendour.
As for the voices of the sun, moon and stars, they still rang in her ears so clearly that she could hum the melodies they sang.
And while she did so, words took shape within her - words that truly described the scent of the flowers and the colours she had never seen before.
It was the voices in her memory that spoke them, yet the memory itself brought something wonderful in its train.
Momo found that she could recall not only what she had seen and heard but much, much more besides.
Hour-lilies by the thousand blossomed in her mind's eye, welling up as if from some magical, inexhaustible spring,
and new words rang out as each new flower appeared.
Momo had only to listen closely and she could repeat the words - even sing them.
They told of strange and wonderful things, but their meaning eluded her as soon as she uttered them.
So that was what Professor Hora had meant when he said that the words must first take root within her!
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