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Still
,
things
were
bound
to
be
odd
where
wizards
were
concerned
,
Sophie
thought
.
And
this
kitchen
,
or
workshop
,
was
beautifully
cozy
and
very
peaceful
.
Sophie
went
properly
to
sleep
and
snored
.
She
did
not
wake
up
when
there
came
a
flash
and
a
muted
bang
form
the
workbench
,
followed
by
a
hurriedly
bitten
-
off
swear
word
from
Michael
.
She
did
not
wake
when
Michael
,
sucking
his
burned
fingers
,
put
the
spell
aside
for
the
night
and
fetched
bread
and
cheese
out
of
the
closet
.
She
did
not
stir
when
Michael
knocked
her
stick
down
with
a
clatter
,
reaching
over
her
for
a
log
to
put
on
the
fire
,
or
when
Michael
,
looking
down
into
Sophie
’
s
open
mouth
,
remarked
to
the
fireplace
,
“
She
’
s
got
all
her
teeth
.
She
’
s
not
the
Witch
of
the
Waste
,
is
she
?
”
“
I
wouldn
’
t
have
let
her
come
in
if
she
was
,
”
the
fireplace
retorted
.
Michael
shrugged
and
picked
Sophie
’
s
stick
politely
up
again
.
Then
he
put
a
log
on
the
fire
with
equal
politeness
and
went
away
to
bed
somewhere
overhead
.
In
the
middle
of
the
night
Sophie
was
woken
by
someone
snoring
.
She
jumped
upright
,
rather
irritated
to
discover
that
she
was
the
one
who
had
been
snoring
.
It
seemed
to
her
that
she
had
only
dropped
off
for
a
second
or
so
,
but
Michael
seemed
to
have
vanished
in
those
seconds
,
taking
the
light
with
him
.
No
doubt
a
wizard
’
s
apprentice
learned
to
do
that
kind
of
thing
in
his
first
week
.
And
he
had
left
the
fire
very
low
.
It
was
giving
out
irritating
hissings
and
poppings
.
A
cold
draft
blew
on
Sophie
’
s
back
.
Sophie
recalled
that
she
was
in
a
wizard
’
s
castle
,
and
also
,
with
unpleasant
distinctness
,
that
there
was
a
human
skull
on
a
workbench
somewhere
behind
her
.
She
shivered
and
cranked
her
stiff
old
neck
around
,
but
there
was
only
darkness
behind
her
.
“
Let
’
s
have
a
bit
more
light
,
shall
we
?
”
she
said
.
Her
cracked
voice
seemed
to
make
no
more
noise
than
the
crackling
of
the
fire
.
Sophie
was
surprised
.
She
had
expected
it
to
echo
through
the
vaults
of
the
castle
.
Still
,
there
was
a
basket
of
logs
beside
her
.
She
stretched
out
a
creaking
arm
and
heaved
a
log
on
the
fire
,
which
sent
a
spray
of
green
and
blue
sparks
flying
through
the
chimney
.
She
heaved
on
a
second
log
and
sat
back
,
not
without
a
nervous
look
or
so
behind
her
,
where
the
blue
-
purple
light
from
the
fire
was
dancing
over
the
polished
brown
bone
of
the
skull
.
The
room
was
quite
small
.
There
was
no
one
in
it
but
Sophie
and
the
skull
.
“
He
’
s
got
both
feet
in
the
grave
and
I
’
ve
only
got
one
,
”
she
consoled
herself
.
She
turned
back
to
the
fire
,
which
was
now
flaring
up
into
blue
and
green
flames
.
“
Must
be
salt
in
that
wood
,
”
Sophie
murmured
.
She
settled
herself
more
comfortably
,
putting
her
knobby
feet
on
the
fender
and
her
head
into
a
corner
of
the
chair
,
where
she
could
stare
into
the
colored
flames
,
and
began
dreamily
considering
what
she
ought
to
do
in
the
morning
.
But
she
was
sidetracked
a
little
by
imagining
a
face
in
the
flames
.
“
It
would
be
a
thin
blue
face
,
”
she
murmured
,
“
very
long
and
thin
,
with
a
thin
blue
nose
.
But
those
curly
green
flames
on
top
are
most
definitely
your
hair
.
Suppose
I
didn
’
t
go
until
Howl
gets
back
?
Wizards
can
lift
spells
,
I
suppose
.
And
those
purple
flames
near
the
bottom
make
the
mouth
—
you
have
savage
teeth
,
my
friend
.
You
have
two
green
tufts
of
flame
for
eyebrows
…
”
Curiously
enough
,
the
only
orange
flames
in
the
fire
were
under
the
green
eyebrow
flames
,
just
like
eyes
,
and
they
each
had
a
little
purple
glint
in
the
middle
that
Sophie
could
almost
imagine
was
looking
at
her
,
like
the
pupil
of
an
eye
.
“
On
the
other
hand
,
”
Sophie
continued
,
looking
into
the
orange
flames
,
“
if
the
spell
was
off
,
I
’
d
have
my
heart
eaten
before
I
could
turn
around
.
”
“
Don
’
t
you
want
your
heart
eaten
?
”
asked
the
fire
.
It
was
definitely
the
fire
that
spoke
.
Sophie
saw
its
purple
mouth
move
as
the
words
came
.
Its
voice
was
nearly
as
cracked
as
her
own
,
full
of
the
spitting
and
whining
of
burning
wood
.
“
Naturally
I
don
’
t
,
”
Sophie
answered
.
“
What
are
you
?
”
