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“
He
noticed
!
”
Michael
whispered
to
Calcifer
.
“
The
girl
must
be
giving
in
at
last
!
”
It
was
still
drizzling
in
Porthaven
the
next
day
.
Sophie
tied
on
her
headcloth
,
rolled
up
her
sleeves
,
and
girdled
on
her
apron
.
She
collected
her
besom
,
her
bucket
,
and
her
soap
,
and
as
soon
as
Howl
was
out
of
the
door
,
she
set
off
like
an
elderly
avenging
angel
to
clean
Howl
’
s
bedroom
.
She
had
left
that
until
last
for
fear
of
what
she
would
find
.
She
had
not
even
dared
to
peep
into
it
.
And
that
was
silly
,
she
thought
as
she
hobbled
up
the
stairs
.
By
now
it
was
clear
that
Calcifer
did
all
the
strong
magic
in
the
castle
and
Michael
did
all
the
hackwork
,
while
Howl
gadded
off
catching
girls
and
exploiting
the
other
two
just
as
Fanny
had
exploited
her
.
Sophie
had
never
found
Howl
particularly
frightening
.
Now
she
felt
nothing
but
contempt
.
She
arrived
on
the
landing
and
found
Howl
standing
in
the
doorway
of
his
bedroom
.
He
was
leaning
lazily
on
one
hand
,
completely
blocking
her
way
.
“
No
you
don
’
t
,
”
he
said
quite
pleasantly
.
“
I
want
it
dirty
,
thank
you
.
”
Sophie
gaped
at
him
.
“
Where
did
you
come
from
?
I
saw
you
go
out
.
”
“
I
meant
you
to
,
”
said
Howl
.
“
You
’
d
done
your
worst
with
Calcifer
and
poor
Michael
.
It
stood
to
reason
you
’
d
descend
on
me
today
.
And
whatever
Calcifer
told
you
,
I
am
a
wizard
,
you
know
.
Didn
’
t
you
think
I
could
do
magic
?
”
This
undermined
all
Sophie
’
s
assumptions
.
She
would
have
died
rather
than
admit
it
.
“
Everyone
knows
you
’
re
a
wizard
,
young
man
,
”
she
said
severely
.
“
But
that
doesn
’
t
alter
the
fact
that
your
castle
is
the
dirtiest
place
I
’
ve
ever
been
in
.
”
she
looked
into
the
room
past
Howl
’
s
dangling
blue
-
and
-
silver
sleeve
.
The
carpet
on
the
floor
was
littered
like
a
bird
’
s
nest
.
She
glimpsed
peeling
walls
and
a
shelf
full
of
books
,
some
of
them
very
queer
-
looking
.
There
was
no
sign
of
a
pile
of
gnawed
hearts
,
but
those
were
probably
behind
or
under
the
huge
fourposter
bed
.
Its
hangings
were
gray
-
white
with
dust
and
they
prevented
her
from
seeing
what
the
window
looked
out
onto
.
Howl
swung
his
sleeve
in
front
of
her
face
.
“
Uh
-
uh
.
Don
’
t
be
nosy
.
”
