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“
Happy
in
your
work
?
”
Howl
said
sarcastically
.
“
I
need
more
to
do
,
”
Sophie
said
.
“
My
old
suit
needs
mending
,
if
you
have
to
feel
busy
,
”
said
Howl
.
This
seemed
to
mean
that
Howl
was
no
longer
annoyed
.
Sophie
was
relieved
.
She
had
been
almost
frightened
that
morning
.
It
was
clear
Howl
had
not
yet
caught
the
girl
he
was
after
.
Sophie
listened
to
Michael
asking
rather
obvious
questions
about
it
,
and
Howl
slithering
neatly
out
of
answering
any
of
them
.
“
He
is
a
slitherer
-
outer
,
”
Sophie
murmured
to
a
pair
of
Michael
’
s
socks
.
“
Can
’
t
face
his
own
wickedness
.
”
She
watched
Howl
being
restlessly
busy
in
order
to
hide
his
discontent
.
That
was
something
Sophie
understood
rather
well
.
At
the
bench
Howl
worked
a
good
deal
harder
and
faster
than
Michael
,
putting
spells
together
in
an
expert
but
slapdash
way
.
From
the
look
on
Michael
’
s
face
,
most
of
the
spells
were
both
unusual
and
hard
to
do
.
But
Howl
would
leave
a
spell
midway
and
dash
up
to
his
bedroom
to
look
after
something
hidden
—
and
no
doubt
sinister
—
going
on
up
there
,
and
then
shortly
race
out
into
the
yard
to
tinker
with
a
large
spell
out
there
.
Sophie
opened
the
door
a
crack
and
was
rather
amazed
to
see
the
elegant
wizard
kneeling
in
the
mud
with
his
long
sleeves
tied
behind
his
neck
to
keep
them
out
of
the
way
while
he
carefully
heaved
a
tangle
of
greasy
metal
into
a
special
framework
of
some
kind
.
That
spell
was
for
the
King
.
Another
overdressed
and
scented
messenger
arrived
with
a
letter
and
a
long
,
long
speech
in
which
he
wondered
if
Howl
could
possibly
spare
time
,
no
doubt
invaluably
employed
in
other
ways
,
to
bend
his
powerful
and
ingenious
mind
to
a
small
problem
experienced
by
His
Royal
Majesty
—
to
whit
,
how
an
army
might
get
its
heavy
wagons
through
a
marsh
and
rough
ground
.
Howl
was
wonderfully
polite
and
long
-
winded
in
reply
.
He
said
no
.
But
the
messenger
spoke
for
a
further
half
-
hour
,
at
then
end
of
which
he
and
Howl
bowed
to
one
another
and
Howl
agreed
to
do
the
spell
.
“
This
is
a
bit
ominous
,
”
Howl
said
to
Michael
when
the
messenger
had
gone
.
“
What
did
Suliman
have
to
get
himself
lost
in
the
Waste
for
?
The
King
seems
to
think
I
’
ll
do
instead
.
”
“
He
wasn
’
t
as
inventive
as
you
,
by
all
accounts
,
”
Michael
said
.
“
I
’
m
too
patient
and
polite
,
”
Howl
said
gloomily
.
“
I
should
have
overcharged
him
even
more
.
