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When
Sophie
woke
up
,
daylight
was
streaming
across
her
.
Since
Sophie
remembered
no
windows
at
all
in
the
castle
,
her
first
notion
was
that
she
had
fallen
asleep
trimming
hats
and
dreamed
of
leaving
home
.
The
fire
in
front
of
her
had
sunk
to
rosy
charcoal
and
white
ash
,
which
convinced
her
that
she
had
certainly
dreamed
there
was
a
fire
demon
.
But
her
very
first
movements
told
her
that
there
were
some
things
she
had
not
dreamed
.
There
were
sharp
cracks
from
all
over
her
body
.
“
Ow
!
”
she
exclaimed
.
“
I
ache
all
over
!
”
The
voice
that
exclaimed
was
a
weak
,
cracked
piping
.
She
put
her
knobby
hands
to
her
face
and
felt
wrinkles
.
At
that
,
she
discovered
she
had
been
in
a
state
of
shock
all
yesterday
.
She
was
very
angry
indeed
with
the
Witch
of
the
Waste
for
doing
this
to
her
,
hugely
,
enormously
angry
.
“
Sailing
into
shops
and
turning
people
old
!
”
she
exclaimed
.
“
Oh
,
what
I
won
’
t
do
to
her
!
”
Her
anger
made
her
jump
up
in
a
salvo
of
cracks
and
creaks
and
hobble
over
to
the
unexpected
window
.
It
was
above
the
workbench
.
To
her
utter
astonishment
,
the
view
from
it
was
a
view
of
a
dockside
town
.
She
could
see
a
sloping
,
unpaved
street
,
lined
with
small
,
rather
poor
-
looking
houses
,
and
masts
sticking
up
beyond
the
roofs
.
Beyond
the
masts
she
caught
a
glimmer
of
the
sea
,
which
was
something
she
had
never
seen
in
her
life
before
.
“
Wherever
am
I
?
”
Sophie
asked
the
skull
standing
on
the
bench
.
“
I
don
’
t
expect
you
to
answer
that
,
my
friend
,
”
she
added
hastily
,
remembering
this
was
a
wizard
’
s
castle
,
and
she
turned
round
to
take
a
look
at
the
room
.
It
was
quite
a
small
room
,
with
heavy
black
beams
in
the
ceiling
.
By
daylight
it
was
amazingly
dirty
.
The
stones
of
the
floor
were
stained
and
greasy
,
ash
was
piled
within
the
fender
,
and
cobwebs
hung
in
dusty
droops
from
the
beams
.
There
was
a
layer
of
dust
on
the
skull
.
Sophie
absently
wiped
it
off
as
she
went
to
peer
into
the
sink
beside
the
workbench
.
She
shuddered
at
the
pink
-
and
-
gray
slime
in
it
and
the
white
slime
dripping
from
the
pump
above
it
.
Howl
obviously
did
not
care
what
squalor
his
servants
lived
in
.
The
rest
of
the
castle
seemed
to
be
beyond
one
or
the
other
of
the
four
low
black
doors
around
the
room
.
Sophie
opened
the
nearest
,
in
the
end
wall
beyond
the
bench
.
There
was
a
large
bathroom
beyond
it
.
In
some
ways
it
was
a
bathroom
you
might
find
normally
only
in
a
palace
,
full
of
luxuries
such
as
an
indoor
toilet
,
a
shower
stall
,
an
immense
bath
with
clawed
feet
,
and
mirrors
on
every
wall
.
But
it
was
even
dirtier
than
the
other
room
.
Sophie
winced
from
the
toilet
,
flinched
at
the
color
of
the
bath
,
recoiled
from
the
green
weed
growing
in
the
shower
,
and
quite
easily
avoided
looking
at
her
shriveled
shape
in
the
mirrors
because
the
glass
was
plastered
with
blobs
and
runnels
of
nameless
substances
.
The
nameless
substances
themselves
were
crowded
onto
a
very
large
shelf
over
the
bath
.
They
were
in
jars
,
boxes
,
tubes
,
and
hundreds
of
tattered
brown
packets
and
paper
bags
.
The
biggest
jar
had
a
name
.
It
was
called
DRYING
POWER
in
crooked
letters
.
Sophie
was
not
sure
whether
there
should
be
a
D
in
that
or
not
.
She
picked
up
a
packet
at
random
.
It
had
SKIN
scrawled
on
it
,
and
she
put
it
back
hurriedly
.
Another
jar
said
EYES
in
the
same
scrawl
.
A
tube
stated
FOR
DECAY
.
“
It
seems
to
work
too
,
”
Sophie
murmured
,
looking
into
the
washbasin
with
a
shiver
.
Water
ran
into
the
basin
when
she
turned
a
blue
-
green
knob
that
might
have
been
brass
and
washed
some
of
the
decay
away
.
Sophie
rinsed
her
hands
and
face
in
the
water
without
touching
the
basin
,
but
she
did
not
have
the
courage
to
use
DRYING
POWER
.
She
dried
the
water
with
her
skirt
and
then
set
off
to
the
next
black
door
.
That
one
opened
onto
a
flight
of
rickety
wooden
stairs
,
Sophie
heard
someone
move
up
there
and
shut
the
door
hurriedly
.
It
seemed
only
to
lead
to
a
sort
of
loft
anyway
.
She
hobbled
to
the
next
door
.
By
now
she
was
moving
quite
easily
.
She
was
a
hale
old
woman
,
as
she
discovered
yesterday
.
The
third
door
opened
onto
a
poky
backyard
with
high
brick
walls
.
It
contained
a
big
stack
of
logs
,
and
higgledy
-
piggledy
heaps
of
what
seemed
to
be
scrap
iron
,
wheels
,
buckets
,
metal
sheeting
,
wire
,
mounded
almost
to
the
tops
of
the
walls
.
Sophie
shut
that
door
too
,
rather
puzzled
,
because
it
did
not
seem
to
match
the
castle
at
all
.
There
was
no
castle
to
be
seen
above
the
brick
walls
.
They
ended
at
the
sky
.
Sophie
could
only
think
that
this
part
was
the
round
side
where
the
invisible
wall
had
stopped
her
the
night
before
.
