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“
When
you
’
ve
quite
finished
nosing
,
”
Howl
called
.
His
gray
-
and
-
scarlet
finery
was
all
misted
with
drizzle
.
He
was
dangling
a
bunch
of
strange
keys
,
most
of
which
were
flat
and
yellow
and
seemed
to
match
the
houses
.
When
Sophie
came
down
the
path
,
he
blurred
,
as
if
the
drizzle
round
him
had
suddenly
become
a
fog
.
When
it
came
into
focus
again
,
it
was
still
scarlet
-
and
-
gray
,
but
quite
a
different
shape
.
The
dangling
sleeves
were
gone
and
the
whole
outfit
was
baggier
.
It
looked
worn
and
shabby
.
Michael
’
s
jacket
had
become
a
waist
-
length
padded
thing
.
He
lifted
his
foot
,
with
a
canvas
shoe
on
it
,
and
stared
at
the
tight
blue
things
encasing
his
legs
.
“
I
can
hardly
bend
my
knee
,
”
he
said
.
“
You
’
ll
get
used
to
it
,
”
said
Howl
.
“
Come
on
,
Sophie
.
”
To
Sophie
’
s
surprise
,
Howl
led
the
way
back
up
the
garden
path
toward
the
yellow
house
.
The
back
of
his
baggy
jacket
,
she
saw
,
had
mysterious
words
on
it
:
WELSH
RUGBY
.
Michael
followed
Howl
,
walking
in
a
kind
of
tight
strut
because
of
the
things
on
his
legs
.
Sophie
looked
down
at
herself
and
saw
twice
as
much
skinny
leg
showing
above
her
knobby
shoes
.
Otherwise
,
not
much
about
her
had
changed
.
Howl
unlocked
the
wavy
-
glass
door
with
one
of
his
keys
.
It
had
a
wooden
notice
hanging
beside
it
on
chains
.
RIVENDELL
,
Sophie
read
,
as
Howl
pushed
her
into
a
neat
,
shiny
hall
space
.
There
seemed
to
be
people
in
the
house
.
Loud
voices
were
coming
from
behind
the
nearest
door
.
When
Howl
opened
that
door
,
Sophie
realized
that
the
voices
were
coming
from
magic
colored
pictures
moving
on
the
front
of
a
big
,
square
box
.
“
Howell
!
”
exclaimed
a
woman
who
was
sitting
there
knitting
.
She
put
down
her
knitting
,
looking
a
little
annoyed
,
but
before
she
could
get
up
,
a
small
girl
,
who
had
been
watching
the
magic
picture
very
seriously
with
her
chin
in
her
hands
,
leaped
up
and
flung
herself
at
Howl
.
“
Uncle
Howell
!
”
she
screamed
,
and
jumped
halfway
up
Howl
with
her
legs
wrapped
around
him
.
“
Mari
!
”
Howl
bawled
in
reply
.
“
How
are
you
,
cariad
?
Been
a
good
girl
,
then
?
”
He
and
the
little
girl
broke
into
a
foreign
language
then
,
fast
and
loud
.
Sophie
could
see
they
were
very
special
to
one
another
.
She
wondered
about
the
language
.
It
sounded
the
same
as
Calcifer
’
s
silly
saucepan
song
,
but
it
was
hard
to
be
sure
.
In
between
bursts
of
foreign
chatter
,
Howl
managed
to
say
,
as
if
he
were
a
ventriloquist
,
“
This
is
my
niece
,
Mari
,
and
my
sister
,
Megan
Parry
.
Megan
,
this
is
Michael
Fisher
and
Sophie
—
er
—
”
