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By
this
time
Sophie
was
wishing
she
had
never
agreed
.
She
was
heartily
relieved
when
Howl
at
last
turned
to
Michael
.
“
Right
,
Michael
.
Your
turn
now
.
What
is
it
?
”
Michael
waved
the
shiny
gray
paper
and
explained
in
an
unhappy
rush
how
impossible
the
spell
seemed
to
do
.
Howl
seemed
faintly
astonished
to
hear
this
,
but
he
took
the
paper
,
saying
,
“
Now
where
was
your
problem
?
”
and
spread
it
out
.
He
stared
at
it
.
One
of
his
eyebrows
shot
up
.
“
I
tried
it
as
a
puzzle
and
I
tried
doing
just
what
it
says
,
”
Michael
explained
.
“
But
Sophie
and
I
couldn
’
t
catch
the
falling
star
—
”
“
Great
gods
above
!
”
Howl
exclaimed
.
He
started
to
laugh
,
and
bit
his
lip
to
stop
himself
.
“
But
,
Michael
,
this
isn
’
t
the
spell
I
left
you
.
Where
did
you
find
it
?
”
“
On
the
bench
,
in
that
heap
of
things
Sophie
piled
round
the
skull
,
”
said
Michael
.
“
It
was
the
only
new
spell
there
,
so
I
thought
—
”
Howl
leaped
up
and
sorted
among
the
things
on
the
bench
.
“
Sophie
strikes
again
,
”
he
said
.
Things
skidded
right
and
left
as
he
searched
.
“
I
might
have
known
!
No
,
the
proper
spell
’
s
not
here
.
”
He
tapped
the
skull
thoughtfully
on
its
brown
,
shiny
dome
.
“
Your
doing
,
friend
?
I
have
a
notion
you
come
from
there
.
I
’
m
sure
the
guitar
does
.
Er
—
Sophie
dear
—
”
“
What
?
”
said
Sophie
.
“
Busy
old
fool
,
unruly
Sophie
,
”
said
Howl
.
“
Am
I
right
in
thinking
that
you
turned
my
doorknob
black
-
side
-
down
and
stuck
your
long
nose
out
through
it
?
”
