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While
Michael
was
working
his
way
between
pools
of
slime
to
the
bathroom
,
Sophie
threw
her
apron
into
the
hearth
to
stop
more
of
the
stuff
getting
near
Calcifer
and
snatched
up
the
shovel
.
She
scooped
up
loads
of
ash
and
dumped
them
in
the
biggest
pools
of
slime
.
It
hissed
violently
.
The
room
filled
with
steam
and
smelled
worse
than
ever
.
Sophie
furled
up
her
sleeves
,
bent
her
back
to
get
a
good
purchase
on
the
Wizard
’
s
slimy
knees
,
and
pushed
Howl
,
stool
and
all
,
toward
the
bathroom
.
Her
feet
slipped
and
skidded
in
the
slime
,
but
of
course
the
ooziness
helped
the
stool
to
move
too
.
Michael
came
and
pulled
at
Howl
’
s
slime
-
draped
sleeves
.
Together
,
they
trundled
him
into
the
bathroom
.
There
,
since
Howl
still
refused
to
move
,
they
shunted
him
into
the
shower
stall
.
“
Hot
water
,
Calcifer
!
”
Sophie
panted
grimly
.
“
Very
hot
.
”
It
took
an
hour
to
wash
the
slime
off
Howl
.
It
took
Michael
another
hour
to
persuade
Howl
to
get
off
the
stool
and
into
dry
clothes
.
Luckily
,
the
gray
-
and
-
scarlet
suit
Sophie
had
just
mended
had
been
draped
over
the
back
of
the
chair
,
out
of
the
way
of
the
slime
.
The
blue
-
and
-
silver
suit
was
ruined
.
Sophie
told
Michael
to
put
it
in
the
bath
to
soak
.
Meanwhile
,
mumbling
and
grumbling
,
she
fetched
more
hot
water
.
She
turned
the
doorknob
green
-
down
and
swept
all
the
slime
out
onto
the
moors
.
The
castle
left
a
trail
like
a
snail
in
the
heather
,
but
it
was
an
easy
way
to
get
rid
of
the
slime
.
There
were
some
advantages
to
living
in
a
moving
castle
,
Sophie
thought
as
she
washed
the
floor
.
She
wondered
if
Howl
’
s
noises
had
been
coming
from
the
castle
too
.
In
which
case
,
she
pitied
the
folk
of
Market
Chipping
.
By
this
time
Sophie
was
tired
and
cross
.
She
knew
the
green
slime
was
Howl
’
s
revenge
on
her
,
and
she
was
not
at
all
prepared
to
be
sympathetic
when
Michael
finally
led
Howl
forth
from
the
bathroom
,
clothed
in
gray
and
scarlet
,
and
sat
him
tenderly
in
the
chair
by
the
hearth
.
“
That
was
plain
stupid
!
”
Calcifer
sputtered
.
“
Were
you
trying
to
get
rid
of
the
best
part
of
your
magic
,
or
something
?
”
Howl
took
no
notice
.
He
just
sat
,
looking
tragic
and
shivering
.
“
I
can
’
t
get
him
to
speak
!
”
Michael
whispered
miserably
.
“
It
’
s
just
a
tantrum
,
”
Sophie
said
.
Martha
and
Lettie
were
good
at
having
tantrums
.
She
knew
how
to
deal
with
those
.
On
the
other
hand
,
it
is
quite
a
risk
to
spank
a
wizard
for
getting
hysterical
about
his
hair
.
Anyway
,
Sophie
’
s
experience
told
her
that
tantrums
are
seldom
about
the
thing
they
appear
to
be
about
.
She
made
Calcifer
move
over
so
that
she
could
balance
a
pan
of
milk
on
the
logs
.
When
it
was
warm
,
she
thrust
a
mugful
into
Howl
’
s
hands
.
“
Drink
it
,
”
she
said
.
“
Now
,
what
’
s
all
this
fuss
about
?
Is
it
this
young
lady
you
keep
going
to
see
?
”
Howl
sipped
the
milk
dolefully
.
“
Yes
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
left
her
alone
to
see
if
that
would
make
her
remember
me
fondly
,
and
it
hasn
’
t
.
She
wasn
’
t
sure
,
even
when
I
last
saw
her
.
Now
she
tells
me
there
’
s
another
fellow
.
”
