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”
Howl
was
equally
patient
and
polite
with
customers
from
Porthaven
,
but
,
as
Michael
anxiously
pointed
out
,
the
trouble
was
that
Howl
did
not
charge
these
people
enough
.
This
was
after
Howl
had
listened
for
an
hour
to
the
reasons
why
a
seaman
’
s
wife
could
not
pay
him
a
penny
yet
,
and
then
promised
a
sea
captain
a
wind
spell
for
almost
nothing
.
Howl
eluded
Michael
’
s
arguments
by
giving
him
a
magic
lesson
.
Sophie
sewed
buttons
on
Michael
’
s
shirts
and
listened
to
Howl
going
through
a
spell
with
Michael
.
“
I
know
I
’
m
slapdash
,
”
he
was
saying
,
“
but
there
’
s
no
need
for
you
to
copy
me
.
Always
read
it
right
through
,
carefully
,
first
.
The
shape
of
it
should
tell
you
a
lot
,
whether
it
’
s
self
-
fulfilling
,
or
self
-
discovering
,
or
simple
incantation
,
or
mixed
action
and
speech
.
When
you
’
ve
decided
that
,
go
through
again
and
decide
which
bits
mean
what
they
say
and
which
bits
are
put
as
a
puzzle
.
You
’
re
getting
on
to
more
powerful
kinds
now
.
You
’
ll
find
every
spell
of
power
has
at
least
one
deliberate
mistake
or
mystery
in
it
to
prevent
accidents
.
You
have
to
spot
those
.
Now
take
this
spell
…
”
Listening
to
Michael
’
s
halting
replies
to
Howl
’
s
questions
,
and
watching
Howl
scribble
remarks
on
the
paper
with
a
strange
,
everlasting
quill
pen
,
Sophie
realized
that
she
could
learn
a
lot
too
.
It
dawned
on
her
that
if
Martha
could
discover
the
spell
to
swap
herself
and
Lettie
about
at
Mrs
.
Fairfax
’
s
,
then
she
ought
to
be
able
to
do
the
same
here
.
With
a
bit
of
luck
,
there
might
be
no
need
to
rely
on
Calcifer
.
When
Howl
was
satisfied
that
Michael
had
forgotten
all
about
how
much
or
how
little
he
charged
people
in
Porthaven
,
he
took
him
out
into
the
yard
to
help
with
the
King
’
s
spell
.
Sophie
creaked
to
her
feet
and
hobbled
to
the
bench
.
The
spell
was
clear
enough
,
but
Howl
’
s
scrawled
remarks
defeated
her
.
“
I
’
ve
never
seen
such
writing
!
”
she
grumbled
to
the
human
skull
.
“
Does
he
use
a
pen
or
a
poker
?
”
She
sorted
eagerly
through
every
scrap
of
paper
on
the
bench
and
examined
the
powders
and
liquids
in
the
crooked
jars
.
“
Yes
,
let
’
s
admit
it
,
”
she
told
the
skull
.
“
I
snoop
.
And
I
have
my
proper
reward
.
I
can
find
out
how
to
cure
fowl
pest
and
abate
whooping
cough
,
raise
a
wind
and
remove
hairs
from
the
face
.
If
Martha
had
found
this
lot
,
she
’
d
still
be
at
Mrs
.
Fairfax
’
s
.
”
Howl
,
it
seemed
to
Sophie
,
went
and
examined
all
the
things
she
had
moved
when
he
came
in
from
the
yard
.
But
that
seemed
to
be
only
restlessness
.
He
seemed
not
to
know
what
to
do
with
himself
after
that
.
Sophie
heard
him
roving
up
and
down
during
the
night
.
He
was
only
an
hour
in
the
bathroom
the
next
morning
.
He
seemed
not
to
be
able
to
contain
himself
while
Michael
put
on
his
best
plum
velvet
suit
,
ready
to
go
to
the
Palace
in
Kingsbury
,
and
the
two
of
them
wrapped
the
bulky
spell
up
in
golden
paper
.
The
spell
must
have
been
surprisingly
light
for
its
size
.
Michael
could
carry
it
on
his
own
easily
,
with
both
his
arms
wrapped
round
it
.
Howl
turned
the
knob
over
the
door
red
-
down
for
him
and
sent
him
out
into
the
street
among
the
painted
houses
.
“
They
’
re
expecting
it
,
”
Howl
said
.
“
You
should
only
have
to
wait
most
of
the
morning
.
Tell
them
a
child
could
work
it
.
Show
them
.
And
when
you
come
back
,
I
’
ll
have
a
spell
of
power
for
you
to
get
to
work
on
.
So
long
.
”
He
shut
the
door
and
roved
around
the
room
again
.
“
My
feet
itch
,
”
he
said
suddenly
.
“
I
’
m
going
for
a
walk
on
the
hills
.
Tell
Michael
the
spell
I
promised
him
is
on
the
bench
.
And
here
’
s
for
you
to
keep
busy
with
.
”
Sophie
found
a
gray
-
and
-
scarlet
suit
,
as
fancy
as
the
blue
-
and
-
silver
one
,
dropped
into
her
lap
from
nowhere
.
Howl
meanwhile
picked
up
his
guitar
from
its
corner
,
turned
the
doorknob
green
-
down
,
and
stepped
out
among
the
scudding
heather
above
Market
Chipping
.
