Or had everything been a dream after all? Had none of it really happened?
Momo was still pondering this question when she caught sight of something crawling across the arena below her.
It was the tortoise, engaged in a leisurely quest for edible plants.
Momo ran quickly down the steps and knelt on the ground beside it.
The tortoise looked up for a moment, regarded her briefly with its dark, age-old eyes, and calmly went on eating.
″Good morning, Tortoise,″ said Momo. The creature's shell remained blank.
″Was it you that took me to Professor Hora last night?″ Still no answer.
Momo heaved a sigh of disappointment. ″What a pity,″ she muttered.
″So you're only an ordinary tortoise after all, and not - oh, I've forgotten what she was called.
It was a pretty name, but long and foreign-sounding. I'd never heard it before.″
Some faintly luminous letters showed up on the tortoise's shell.
CASSIOPEIA, they read. Momo joyfully spelled them out.
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