      She was sitting hunched up in the chair, aching all over. Michael took hold of Howl by a trailing sleeve and towed him over to the bathroom, where Sophie could hear him pouring out complaints in a passionate mutter. Phrases like "terrible old biddy" and "won't listen to a word! She's killing us both! He aches made her irritable.What are they? All the girls whose hearts you ate? Just simple spiders," he said and went dreamily away upstairs. Michael sighed. He went into the broom cupboard and hunted until he found an old folding bed, a straw mattress, and some rugs, which he put into the arched space under the stairs.I was here six months before he seemed to notice I was living here and made me his apprentice. I just thought I bed would be better than the chair. The bed was indeed more comfortable than a chair and when Calcifer complained he was hungry in the night, it was an easy matter for Sophie to creak her way out and give him another log.In the days that followed, Sophie cleaned her way remorselessly through the castle. She really enjoyed herself. Telling herself she was looking for clues, she washed the window, she cleaned out the oozing sink, and she made Michael clear everything off the workbench and the shelves so that she could scrub them. She had everything out of the cupboards and down from the beams and cleaned those too. The human skull, she fancied, began to look as long suffering as Michael.It had been moved so often. Then she tacked an old sheet to the beams nearest the fireplace and forced Calcifer to bend his head down while she swept the chimney. Calcifer hated that. He crackled with mean laughter when Sophie discovered that soot had got all over the room and she had to clean it all again.That was Sophie's trouble. She was remorseless, but she lacked method. But there was a method to her remorselessness: she calculated that she could not clean this thoroughly without sooner or later coming across Howl's hidden hoard of girls' souls, or chewed up hearts-or else something that explained Calcifer's contract.Up the chimney, guarded by Calcifer, had struck her as a good hiding place. But there was nothing there but quantities of soot, which Sophie stored in bags in the yard. The yard was high on her list of hiding places. Every time Howl came in, Michael and Calcifer complained loudly about Sophie. But Howl did not seem to attend. Not did he seem to notice the cleanliness.And nor did he notice that the food closet became very well stocked with cakes and jam and the occasional lettuce. For, as Michael had prophesied, word had gone round Porthaven. People came to the door to look at Sophie. They called her Mrs. Witch in Porthaven and Madam Sorceress in Kingsbury. So Sophie was always having to pause in her work to nod and smile and take in a gift, or to get Michael to put up a quick spell for someone. Some of the gifts were nice things-pictures, strings of shells, and useful aprons.Sophie used the aprons daily and hung the shells and pictures round her cubbyhole under the stairs, which soon began to look very homelike indeed. Sophie knew she would miss this when Howl turned her out. She became more and more afraid that he would. She knew he could not go on ignoring her forever. She cleaned the bathroom next. That took her days, because Howl spent so long in it every day before he went out. As soon as he went, leaving it full of steam and scented spells, Sophie moved in.As far as she could tell, they were all just creams and powders and paint. But she hoped they were only cosmetics in the packets. She put the things back on the shelf and scrubbed. That night, as she sat aching in the chair, Calcifer grumbled that he had drained one hot spring dry for her. She was curious about everything these days.When are you going to stop cleaning and find out how to break my contract? Is he always away this much? When the bathroom was clean and gleaming, Sophie scrubbed the stairs and the landing upstairs. Then she moved into Michael's small front room. Michael, who by this time seemed to be accepting Sophie gloomily as a sort of natural disaster, gave a yell of dismay and pounded upstairs to rescue his most treasured possessions.They were in an old box under his worm-eaten little bed. As he hurried the box protectively away, Sophie glimpsed a blue ribbon and a spun-sugar rose in it, on top of what seemed to be letters. Considering how nosy she had lately become, Sophie was rather surprised at herself for not asking Michael who his girl was and how he kept her safe from Howl. She swept such quantities of dust and rubbish from Michael's room that she nearly swamped Calcifer trying to burn it all. You're as heartless as Howl!Only his green hair and a blue piece of his long forehead showed. Michael put his precious box in the drawer of the workbench and locked the drawer. But it was raining in Porthaven that day, driving against the window and pattering in the chimney, making Calcifer hiss with annoyance.The yard was part of the Porthaven house too, so it was pouring out there when Sophie opened the door. She put her apron over her head and rummaged a little, and before she got too wet, she found a bucket of Page 24 Jones, Diana Wynne - Howl's Moving Castle.She took these indoors and set to work on the walls. She found an old stepladder in the broom cupboard and she whitewashed the ceiling between the beams too.Sophie whitewashed her cubbyhole, the stairs, the landing, and Michael's room. Sophie tied on her headcloth, rolled up her sleeves, and girdled on her apron.She collected her besom, her bucket, and her soap, and as soon as Howl was out of the door, she set off like an elderly avenging angel to clean Howl's bedroom. She had left that until last for fear of what she would find.She had not even dared to peep into it. And that was silly, she thought as she hobbled up the stairs. By now it was clear that Calcifer did all the strong magic in the castle and Michael did all the hackwork, while Howl gadded off catching girls and exploiting the other two just as Fanny had exploited her.Sophie had never found Howl particularly frightening. Now she felt nothing but contempt. She arrived on the landing and found Howl standing in the doorway of his bedroom. He was leaning lazily on one hand, completely blocking her way.I saw you go out. It stood to reason you'd descend on me today. And whatever Calcifer told you, I am a wizard, you know. Didn't you think I could do magic? She would have died rather than admit it. The carpet on the floor was littered like a bird's nest. She glimpsed peeling walls and a shelf full of books, some of them very queer-looking. There was no sign of a pile of gnawed hearts, but those were probably behind or under the huge fourposter bed.Its hangings were gray-white with dust and they prevented her from seeing what the window looked out onto. Howl swung his sleeve in front of her face. Don't be nosy. Control yourself. You're victimizing us all. You must admit I have a right to live in a pigsty if I want.Now go downstairs and think of something else to do. I hate quarreling with people. She was a little shaken, and very surprised that Howl had not thrown her out of the castle on the spot. But since he had not, she thought of the next thing that needed doing at once.She opened the door beside the stairs, found the drizzle had almost stopped, and sallied out into the yard, where she began vigorously sorting through piles of dripping rubbish. Leave this yard alone. I know just where everything is in it, and I won't be able to find the things I need for my transport spells if you tidy them up. She felt really thwarted.For a moment it seemed as it he was going to lose his temper too. His strange, pale eyes all but glared at Sophie. But he controlled himself and said, "Now trot along indoors, you overactive old thing, and find something else to play with before I get angry. I hate getting angry. She did not like being glared at by eyes like glass marbles. You're a slitherer-outer, that's what you are! You slither away from anything you don't like! Now go back into the house.Go on. The sleeve on his waving hand caught the edge of the rusty metal, jerked, and tore. Howl gave her another glassy look. As the blue-and-silver fabric left his fingers, there was no tear in it at all. Wizards clearly had no need to work in the ordinary way. Howl had shown her he really was a wizard to be reckoned with. Most people who come in here either don't notice Calcifer, or they're scared stiff of him.Sophie sat quietly in the chair by the hearth, keeping out of his way and thinking. She saw that, much as Howl deserved it, she had been taking out her feelings on the castle when she was really angry with the Witch of the Waste. And she was a little upset at the thought that she was here on false pretenses. Howl might think Calcifer liked her, but Sophie knew Calcifer had simply seized on a chance to make a bargain with her.Sophie rather thought she had let Calcifer down. This state of mind did not last. Sophie discovered a pile of Michael's clothes that needed mending. She fetched out thimble, scissors, and thread from her sewing pocket and set to work. By that evening she was cheerful enough to join in Calcifer's silly little song about saucepans. This seemed to mean that Howl was no longer annoyed. Sophie was relieved. She had been almost frightened that morning.It was clear Howl had not yet caught the girl he was after. Sophie listened to Michael asking rather obvious questions about it, and Howl slithering neatly out of answering any of them. That was something Sophie understood rather well. At the bench Howl worked a good deal harder and faster than Michael, putting spells together in an expert but slapdash way.From the look on Michael's face, most of the spells were both unusual and hard to do. But Howl would leave a spell midway and dash up to his bedroom to look after something hidden-and no doubt sinister-going on up there, and then shortly race out into the yard to tinker with a large spell out there.Sophie opened the door a crack and was rather amazed to see the elegant wizard kneeling in the mud with his long sleeves tied behind his neck to keep them out of the way while he carefully heaved a tangle of greasy metal into a special framework of some kind. That spell was for the King. Another overdressed and scented messenger arrived with a letter and a long, long speech in which he wondered if Howl could possibly spare time, no doubt invaluably employed in other ways, to bend his powerful and ingenious mind to a small problem experienced by His Royal Majesty-to whit, how an army might get its heavy wagons through a marsh and rough ground.Howl was wonderfully polite and long-winded in reply. He said no. But the messenger spoke for a further half-hour, at then end of which he and Howl bowed to one another and Howl agreed to do the spell. The King seems to think I'll do instead. 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. 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 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. 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. 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 is 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. 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. Tell Michael the spell I promised him is on the bench. And here's for you to keep busy with. Howl meanwhile picked up his guitar from its corner, turned the doorknob green-down, and stepped out among the scudding heather above Market Chipping.There was a fog down in Porthaven. Built to pull in the girls, aren't you? I didn't catch it," Sophie said as she laid the suit down and hobbled to the door. She twisted the square knob over the door until the black blob pointed downward. Then she opened the door. There was nothing outside.It was neither black, nor gray, nor white. It was not think, or transparent. It did not move. It had no smell and no feel. When Sophie put a very cautious finger out into it, it was neither hot nor cold. It felt of nothing. It seemed utterly and completely nothing. Calcifer was as interested as Sophie. His blue face was leaning right out of the grate to see the door. He had forgotten the fog. All I know is that it's on the side of the castle that no one can walk around.It feels quite far away. She shut the door and turned the knob green-downward. She hesitated a minute and then started to hobble to the stairs.If you only knew how frustrating it is! I can't even really see outside the castle. Only enough to see what direction I'm going in. Michael came in quite soon after that. His eyes went to the empty corner where the guitar usually stood. I thought she'd fallen in love with him and it was all over days ago.What's keeping her? Heartless Howl is finding this lady rather tough. He decided to leave her alone for a few days to see if that would help. That's all. And here I was hoping Howl was almost sensible again! At least, I suppose I can't blame Calcifer, since he's an evil demon. But you, Michael-! We've had lawsuits, and suitors with swords, and mothers with rolling pins, and fathers and uncles with cudgels. And aunts. Aunts are terrible. They go for you with hatpins.But the worst is when the girl herself finds out where Howl lives and turns up at the door, crying and miserable. Howl goes out through the back door and Calcifer and I have to deal with them all. I'd rather have them angry. I was told he ate their hearts and took their souls away. Howl sent me down there to blacken his name when we first set up the castle.I-er-I said that sort of thing. It's what aunts usually say. It's only true in a manner of speaking. Then he can't be bothered with her. I always look forward to the time when the girl falls for him. Things get better then. The scorn was to hide the fact that she was feeling somewhat foolish. He does it even when he's not courting girls.And feeling foolish made her angry. Michael pulled a three-legged stool up to the fire and sat on it while Sophie sewed, telling her of Howl's conquests and some of the trouble that had happened afterward. Sophie muttered at the fine suit. She still felt very foolish. Why do aunts put things so oddly when they talk about their nieces?Probably fancied you themselves, my good suit. How would you feel with a raging aunt after you, eh? She could imagine a strong-minded girl like Lettie otherwise getting very interested in Howl and ending up very unhappy. Nothing would have possessed her to admit she had gone through all those packets and jars looking for pieces of girl.Rinsings and gushings came from the bathroom while Sophie fried lunch. I hope you left the hair spells alone. For a plain man with mud-colored hair, he's terribly vain about his looks. Calcifer, of course, ate them with enormous enthusiasm and much flaring and gobbling. Sophie fried more over the spitting flames. She and Michael ate them. They were clearing away, and Calcifer was running his blue tongue round his purple lips, when the bathroom door crashed open and Howl shot out, wailing with despair.What has that one-woman force of chaos done to these spells? His hair was wet, but, apart from that, neither of them could see that it looked any different. He sat down with a thump on the three-legged stool and jabbed at his wet head with his finger.My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs! It seemed the usual flaxen color right to the roots. 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