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“
The
back
door
at
last
!
”
Sophie
said
.
The
castle
started
to
move
again
as
Sophie
got
near
the
back
door
.
The
ground
shook
.
The
wall
shuddered
and
creaked
,
and
the
door
started
to
travel
sideways
from
her
.
“
Oh
,
no
you
don
’
t
!
”
Sophie
shouted
.
She
ran
after
the
door
and
hit
it
violently
with
her
stick
.
“
Open
up
!
”
she
yelled
.
The
door
sprang
open
inward
,
still
moving
sideways
.
Sophie
,
by
hobbling
furiously
,
managed
to
get
one
foot
up
on
its
doorstep
.
Then
she
hopped
and
scrambled
and
hopped
again
,
while
the
great
black
blocks
round
the
door
jolted
and
crunched
as
the
castle
gathered
speed
over
the
uneven
hillside
.
Sophie
did
not
wonder
the
castle
had
a
lopsided
look
.
The
marvel
was
that
it
did
not
fall
apart
on
the
spot
.
“
What
a
stupid
way
to
treat
a
building
!
”
she
panted
as
she
threw
herself
inside
it
.
She
had
to
drop
her
stick
and
hang
on
to
the
open
door
in
order
not
to
be
jolted
straight
out
again
.
When
she
began
to
get
her
breath
,
she
realized
there
was
a
person
standing
in
front
of
her
,
holding
the
door
too
.
He
was
a
head
taller
than
Sophie
,
but
she
could
see
he
was
the
merest
child
,
only
a
little
older
than
Martha
.
And
he
seemed
to
be
trying
to
shut
the
door
on
her
and
push
her
out
of
the
warm
,
lamplit
,
low
-
beamed
room
beyond
him
,
into
the
night
again
.
“
Don
’
t
you
have
the
impudence
to
shut
the
door
on
me
,
my
boy
!
”
she
said
.
“
I
wasn
’
t
going
to
,
but
you
’
re
keeping
the
door
open
,
”
he
protested
.
“
What
do
you
want
?
”
Sophie
looked
round
at
what
she
could
see
beyond
the
boy
.
There
were
a
number
of
probably
wizardly
things
hanging
from
the
beams
—
strings
of
onions
,
bunches
of
herbs
,
and
bundles
of
strange
roots
.
There
were
also
definitely
wizardly
things
,
like
leather
books
,
crooked
bottles
,
and
an
old
,
brown
,
grinning
human
skull
.
On
the
other
side
of
the
boy
was
a
fireplace
with
a
small
fire
burning
in
the
grate
.
It
was
a
much
smaller
fire
than
all
the
smoke
outside
suggested
,
but
then
this
was
obviously
only
a
back
room
in
the
castle
.
Much
more
important
to
Sophie
,
this
fire
had
reached
the
glowing
rosy
stage
,
with
little
blue
flames
dancing
on
the
logs
,
and
placed
beside
it
in
the
warmest
position
was
a
low
chair
with
a
cushion
on
it
.
