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“
No
,
it
’
s
ten
and
a
half
miles
a
step
,
”
said
Michael
.
“
That
makes
Upper
Folding
almost
exactly
.
If
we
each
take
one
boot
and
go
together
,
then
I
won
’
t
be
letting
you
out
of
my
sight
and
you
won
’
t
be
doing
anything
strenuous
,
and
we
’
ll
get
there
before
Howl
does
,
so
he
won
’
t
even
know
we
’
ve
been
.
That
solves
all
our
problems
beautifully
!
”
Michael
was
so
pleased
with
himself
that
Sophie
did
not
have
the
heart
to
protest
.
She
shrugged
and
supposed
Michael
had
better
find
out
about
the
two
Lettie
’
s
before
they
changed
looks
again
.
It
was
more
honest
this
way
.
But
when
Michael
fetched
the
boots
from
the
broom
cupboard
,
Sophie
began
to
have
doubts
.
Up
to
now
she
had
thought
they
were
two
leather
buckets
that
had
somehow
lost
their
handles
and
then
got
a
little
squashed
.
“
You
’
re
supposed
to
put
your
foot
in
them
,
shoe
and
all
,
”
Michael
explained
as
he
carried
the
two
heavy
,
bucket
-
shaped
things
to
the
door
.
“
These
are
the
prototypes
of
the
boots
Howl
made
for
the
King
’
s
army
.
We
managed
to
get
the
later
ones
a
bit
lighter
and
more
boot
-
shaped
.
”
He
and
Sophie
sat
on
the
doorstep
and
each
put
one
foot
in
a
boot
.
“
Point
yourself
toward
Upper
Folding
before
you
put
the
boot
down
,
”
Michael
warned
her
.
He
and
Sophie
stood
up
on
the
foot
which
was
in
an
ordinary
shoe
and
carefully
swung
themselves
round
to
face
Upper
Folding
.
“
Now
tread
,
”
said
Michael
.
Zip
!
The
landscape
instantly
rushed
past
them
so
fast
it
was
only
a
blur
,
a
gray
-
green
blur
for
the
land
and
a
blue
-
gray
blur
for
the
sky
.
The
wind
of
their
going
tore
at
Sophie
’
s
hair
and
dragged
every
wrinkle
in
her
face
backward
until
she
thought
she
would
arrive
with
half
her
face
behind
each
ear
.
The
rushing
stopped
as
suddenly
as
it
had
begun
.
Everything
was
calm
and
sunny
.
They
were
knee
-
deep
in
buttercups
in
the
middle
of
Upper
Folding
village
common
.
A
cow
nearby
stared
at
them
.
Beyond
it
,
thatched
cottages
drowsed
under
trees
.
Unfortunately
,
the
bucketlike
boot
was
so
heavy
that
Sophie
staggered
as
she
landed
.
“
Don
’
t
put
that
foot
down
!
”
Michael
yelled
,
too
late
.
There
was
another
zipping
blur
and
more
rushing
wind
.
When
it
stopped
,
Sophie
found
herself
right
down
the
Folding
Valley
,
almost
into
Marsh
Folding
.
“
Oh
,
drat
!
”
she
said
,
and
hopped
carefully
round
on
her
shoe
and
tried
again
.
Zip
!
Blur
.
And
she
was
back
on
Upper
Folding
green
again
,
staggering
forward
with
the
weight
of
the
boot
.
She
had
a
glimpse
of
Michael
diving
to
catch
her
—
Zip
!
Blur
.
“
Oh
,
bother
!
”
wailed
Sophie
.
She
was
up
in
the
hills
again
.
