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“
Perfect
,
”
said
Howl
,
and
hurried
over
to
the
door
with
a
pot
of
paint
and
a
small
brush
.
He
dipped
the
brush
in
the
pot
and
carefully
painted
the
blue
blob
yellow
.
He
dipped
again
.
This
time
the
brush
came
out
purple
.
He
painted
the
green
blob
with
it
.
At
the
third
dip
the
paint
was
orange
,
and
the
orange
went
over
the
red
blob
.
Howl
did
not
touch
the
black
blob
.
He
turned
away
,
and
the
end
of
his
sleeve
went
into
the
paint
pot
along
with
the
brush
.
“
Botheration
!
”
said
Howl
,
dragging
it
out
.
The
trailing
tip
of
the
sleeve
was
all
colors
of
the
rainbow
.
Howl
shook
it
,
and
it
was
black
again
.
“
Which
suit
is
that
really
?
”
Sophie
asked
.
“
I
’
ve
forgotten
.
Don
’
t
interrupt
.
The
difficult
part
is
just
coming
up
,
”
Howl
said
,
rushing
the
paint
pot
back
to
the
bench
.
He
picked
up
a
small
jar
of
powder
.
“
Michael
!
Where
’
s
the
silver
shovel
?
”
Michael
raced
in
from
the
yard
with
a
big
,
gleaming
spade
.
The
handle
was
wood
,
but
the
blade
did
seem
to
be
solid
silver
.
“
All
set
out
there
!
”
he
said
.
Howl
rested
the
shovel
on
his
knee
in
order
to
chalk
a
sign
on
both
handle
and
blade
.
He
sprinkled
red
powder
from
the
jar
on
it
.
He
put
a
pinch
of
the
same
grains
carefully
in
each
point
of
the
star
and
tipped
all
the
rest
into
the
middle
.
“
Stand
clear
,
Michael
,
”
he
said
.
“
Everyone
stay
clear
.
Are
you
ready
,
Calcifer
?
”
Calcifer
emerged
from
between
his
logs
in
a
long
thread
of
blue
flame
.
“
As
ready
as
I
shall
ever
be
,
”
he
said
.
“
You
know
this
could
kill
me
,
don
’
t
you
?
”
“
Look
on
the
bright
side
,
”
said
Howl
.
“
It
could
be
me
it
kills
.
Hold
on
tight
.
One
,
two
,
three
.
”
He
dug
the
shovel
into
the
grate
,
very
steadily
and
slowly
,
keeping
it
level
with
the
bars
.
For
a
second
he
juggled
it
gently
to
get
it
under
Calcifer
.
Then
,
even
more
steadily
and
gently
,
he
raised
it
.
Michael
was
quite
obviously
holding
his
breath
.
“
Done
it
!
”
said
Howl
.
Logs
toppled
sideways
.
They
did
not
seem
to
be
burning
.
Howl
stood
up
and
turned
round
,
carrying
Calcifer
on
the
shovel
.
The
room
filled
with
smoke
.
The
dog
-
man
whined
and
shivered
.
Howl
coughed
.
He
had
a
little
trouble
holding
the
shovel
steady
.
Sophie
’
s
eyes
were
watering
and
it
was
hard
to
see
clearly
,
but
,
as
far
as
she
could
tell
,
Calcifer
—
just
as
he
has
said
to
her
—
did
not
have
feet
,
or
legs
either
.
He
was
a
long
,
pointed
blue
face
rooted
in
a
faintly
glowing
black
lump
.
The
black
lump
had
a
dent
in
the
front
of
it
,
which
suggested
at
first
sight
that
Calcifer
was
kneeling
on
tiny
,
folded
legs
.
But
Sophie
saw
that
was
not
so
when
the
lump
rocked
slightly
,
showing
it
was
rounded
underneath
.
Calcifer
obviously
felt
terribly
unsafe
.
His
orange
eyes
were
round
with
fear
,
and
he
kept
shooting
feeble
arm
-
shaped
flames
out
on
either
side
,
in
a
useless
attempt
to
take
hold
of
the
sides
of
the
shovel
.
