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The
rocks
and
bushes
were
the
same
,
but
the
sand
was
grayer
,
and
the
mountains
seemed
to
have
sunk
down
the
sky
.
Sophie
peered
into
the
quivering
gray
glare
ahead
,
where
she
thought
she
could
see
something
rather
higher
than
rock
.
She
took
one
more
stride
.
Now
it
was
like
an
oven
.
But
there
was
a
peculiar
-
shaped
pile
about
a
quarter
of
a
mile
off
,
standing
on
a
slight
rise
in
the
rock
-
littered
land
.
It
was
a
fantastical
shape
of
twisted
towers
,
rising
to
one
main
tower
that
pointed
slightly
askew
,
like
a
knotty
old
finger
.
Sophie
climbed
out
of
the
boots
.
It
was
too
hot
to
carry
anything
so
heavy
,
so
she
trudged
off
to
investigate
with
only
her
stick
.
The
thing
seemed
to
be
made
of
yellow
-
gray
grit
of
the
Waste
.
At
first
Sophie
wondered
if
it
might
be
some
strange
kind
of
ants
’
nest
.
But
as
she
got
neared
,
she
could
see
that
it
was
as
if
something
had
fused
together
thousands
of
grainy
yellow
flowerpots
into
a
tapering
heap
.
She
grinned
.
The
moving
castle
had
often
struck
her
as
being
remarkably
like
the
inside
of
a
chimney
.
This
building
was
really
a
collection
of
chimney
pots
.
It
had
to
be
a
fire
demon
’
s
work
.
As
Sophie
panted
up
the
rise
,
there
was
suddenly
no
doubt
that
this
was
the
Witch
’
s
fortress
.
Two
small
orange
figures
came
out
of
the
dark
space
at
the
bottom
and
stood
waiting
for
her
.
She
recognized
the
Witch
’
s
two
page
boys
.
Hot
and
breathless
as
she
was
,
she
tried
to
speak
to
them
politely
,
to
show
she
had
no
quarrel
with
them
.
“
Good
afternoon
,
”
she
said
.
They
just
gave
her
sulky
looks
.
One
bowed
and
held
out
his
hand
,
pointing
toward
the
misshapen
dark
archway
between
the
bent
columns
of
chimney
pots
.
Sophie
shrugged
and
followed
him
inside
.
The
other
page
walked
after
her
.
And
of
course
the
entrance
vanished
as
soon
as
she
was
through
.
Sophie
shrugged
again
.
She
would
have
to
deal
with
that
problem
when
she
came
back
.
She
rearranged
her
lace
shawl
,
straightened
her
draggled
skirts
,
and
walked
forward
.
It
was
a
little
like
going
through
the
castle
door
with
the
knob
black
-
down
.
There
was
a
moment
of
nothingness
,
followed
by
murky
light
.
The
light
came
from
greenish
-
yellow
flames
that
burned
and
flickered
all
round
,
but
in
a
shadowy
way
which
gave
no
heat
and
very
little
light
either
.
When
Sophie
looked
at
them
,
the
flames
were
never
where
she
looking
,
but
always
to
the
side
.
But
that
was
the
way
of
magic
.
Sophie
shrugged
again
and
followed
the
page
this
and
way
and
that
among
skinny
pillars
of
the
same
chimney
-
pot
kind
as
the
rest
of
the
building
.
At
length
the
pages
led
her
to
a
sort
of
central
den
.
Or
maybe
it
was
just
a
space
between
pillars
.
Sophie
was
confused
by
then
.
The
fortress
seemed
enormous
,
though
she
suspected
that
it
was
deceptive
,
just
as
the
castle
was
.
The
Witch
was
standing
there
waiting
.
Again
,
it
was
hard
to
tell
how
Sophie
knew
—
except
that
it
could
be
no
one
else
.
The
Witch
was
hugely
tall
and
skinny
now
and
her
hair
was
fair
,
in
a
ropelike
pigtail
over
one
bony
shoulder
.
She
wore
a
white
dress
.
When
Sophie
walked
straight
up
to
her
,
brandishing
her
stick
,
the
Witch
backed
away
.
“
I
am
not
to
be
threatened
!
”
the
Witch
said
,
sounding
tired
and
frail
.
“
Then
give
me
Miss
Angorian
and
you
won
’
t
be
,
”
said
Sophie
.
“
I
’
ll
take
her
and
go
away
.
”
