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She
collapsed
onto
a
stone
by
the
wayside
,
wondering
what
she
would
do
now
.
“
The
only
fortune
I
can
think
of
is
a
comfortable
chair
!
”
she
gasped
.
The
stone
proved
to
be
on
a
sort
of
headland
,
which
gave
Sophie
a
magnificent
view
of
the
way
she
had
come
.
There
was
most
of
the
valley
spread
out
beneath
her
in
the
setting
sun
,
all
fields
and
walls
and
hedges
,
the
winding
of
the
river
,
and
the
fine
mansions
of
rich
people
glowing
out
from
clumps
of
trees
,
right
down
to
blue
mountains
in
the
far
distance
.
Just
below
her
was
Market
Chipping
.
Sophie
could
look
down
into
its
well
-
known
streets
.
There
was
Market
Square
and
Cesari
’
s
.
She
could
have
tossed
a
stone
down
the
chimney
pots
of
the
house
next
to
the
hat
shop
.
“
How
near
it
still
is
!
”
Sophie
told
her
stick
in
dismay
.
“
All
that
walking
just
to
get
above
my
own
rooftop
!
”
It
got
cold
on
the
stone
as
the
sun
went
down
.
An
unpleasant
wind
blew
whichever
way
Sophie
turned
to
avoid
it
.
Now
it
no
longer
seemed
so
unimportant
that
she
would
be
out
on
the
hills
during
the
night
.
She
found
herself
thinking
more
and
more
of
a
comfortable
chair
and
a
fireside
,
and
also
of
darkness
and
wild
animals
.
But
if
she
went
back
to
Market
Chipping
,
it
would
be
the
middle
of
the
night
before
she
got
there
.
She
might
just
as
well
go
on
.
She
sighed
and
stood
up
,
creaking
.
It
was
awful
.
She
ached
all
over
.
“
I
never
realized
before
what
old
people
had
to
put
up
with
!
”
she
panted
as
she
labored
uphill
.
“
Still
,
I
don
’
t
think
wolves
will
eat
me
.
I
must
be
far
too
dry
and
tough
.
That
’
s
one
comfort
.
”
Night
was
coming
down
fast
now
and
the
heathery
uplands
were
blue
-
gray
.
The
wind
was
also
sharper
.
Sophie
’
s
panting
and
the
creaking
of
her
limbs
were
so
loud
in
her
ears
that
it
took
her
a
while
to
notice
that
some
of
the
grinding
and
puffing
was
not
coming
from
herself
at
all
.
She
looked
up
blurrily
.
Wizard
Howl
’
s
castle
was
rumbling
and
bumping
toward
her
across
the
moorland
.
Black
smoke
was
blowing
up
in
clouds
from
behind
its
black
battlements
.
It
looked
tall
and
thin
and
heavy
and
ugly
and
very
sinister
indeed
.
Sophie
leaned
on
her
stick
and
watched
it
.
She
was
not
particularly
frightened
.
She
wondered
how
it
moved
.
But
the
main
thing
in
her
mind
was
that
all
that
smoke
must
mean
a
large
fireside
somewhere
inside
those
tall
black
walls
.
“
Well
,
why
not
?
”
she
said
to
her
stick
.
“
Wizard
Howl
is
not
likely
to
want
my
soul
for
his
collection
.
He
only
takes
young
girls
.
”
She
raised
her
stick
and
waved
it
imperiously
at
the
castle
.
