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Oh
,
dear
!
Sophie
thought
,
looking
round
at
the
swirling
grit
.
He
’
s
being
honest
!
And
this
is
a
wind
.
The
last
bit
of
the
curse
has
come
true
!
The
hot
grit
hit
her
thunderously
and
Howl
’
s
grip
hurt
.
“
Keep
running
!
”
Howl
bawled
.
“
You
’
ll
get
hurt
at
this
speed
!
”
Sophie
gasped
and
made
her
legs
work
again
.
She
could
see
the
mountains
clearly
now
and
a
line
of
green
below
that
was
the
flowering
bushes
.
Even
though
yellow
sand
kept
swirling
in
the
way
,
the
mountains
seemed
to
grow
and
the
green
line
rushed
toward
them
until
it
was
hedge
high
.
“
All
my
flanks
were
weak
!
”
Howl
shouted
.
“
I
was
relying
on
Suliman
being
alive
.
Then
when
all
that
seemed
to
be
left
of
him
was
Percival
,
I
was
so
scared
I
had
to
go
out
and
get
drunk
.
And
then
you
go
and
play
into
the
Witch
’
s
hands
!
”
“
I
’
m
the
eldest
!
”
Sophie
shrieked
.
“
I
’
m
a
failure
!
”
“
Garbage
!
”
Howl
shouted
.
“
You
just
never
stop
to
think
!
”
Howl
was
slowing
down
.
Dust
kicked
up
round
them
in
dense
clouds
.
Sophie
only
knew
the
bushes
were
quite
near
because
she
could
hear
the
rush
and
rattle
of
the
gritty
wind
in
the
leaves
.
They
plunged
in
among
them
with
a
crash
,
still
going
so
fast
that
Howl
had
to
swerve
and
drag
Sophie
in
a
long
,
skimming
run
across
a
lake
.
“
And
you
’
re
too
nice
,
”
he
added
,
above
the
lap
-
lap
of
the
water
and
the
patter
of
sand
on
the
water
-
lily
leaves
.
“
I
was
relying
on
you
being
too
jealous
to
let
that
demon
near
the
place
.
”
They
hit
the
steamy
shore
at
a
slow
run
.
The
bushes
on
either
side
of
the
green
lane
thrashed
and
heaved
as
they
passed
,
throwing
birds
and
petals
into
a
whirlwind
behind
them
.
The
castle
was
drifting
slowly
down
the
lane
toward
them
,
with
its
smoke
streaming
back
in
the
wind
.
Howl
slowed
down
enough
to
crash
the
door
open
,
and
shot
Sophie
and
himself
inside
.
“
Michael
!
”
he
shouted
.
“
It
wasn
’
t
me
who
let
the
scarecrow
in
!
”
Michael
said
guiltily
.
Everything
seemed
to
be
normal
.
Sophie
was
surprised
to
discover
what
a
short
time
she
had
really
been
away
.
Someone
had
pulled
her
bed
out
from
under
the
stairs
and
Percival
was
lying
in
it
,
still
unconscious
.
Lettie
and
Martha
and
Michael
were
gathered
round
it
.
Overhead
,
Sophie
could
hear
Mrs
.
Fairfax
’
s
voice
and
Fanny
’
s
,
combined
with
ominous
swishings
and
thumps
that
suggested
Howl
’
s
spiders
were
having
a
hard
time
.
