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Sophie
collected
her
blue
triangles
into
a
pile
again
.
“
Let
’
s
ask
Calcifer
,
”
she
suggested
.
“
Calcifer
,
who
—
”
But
this
was
yet
another
thing
Michael
did
not
let
her
do
.
“
No
,
be
quiet
.
I
think
Calcifer
’
s
part
of
the
spell
.
Look
at
the
way
it
says
‘
Tell
me
’
and
‘
Teach
me
.
’
I
thought
at
first
it
meant
teach
the
skull
,
but
that
didn
’
t
work
,
so
it
must
be
Calcifer
.
”
“
You
can
do
it
by
yourself
,
if
you
sit
on
everything
I
have
to
say
!
”
Sophie
said
.
“
Anyway
,
surely
Calcifer
must
know
who
cleft
his
own
foot
!
”
Calcifer
flared
up
a
little
at
this
.
“
I
haven
’
t
got
any
feet
.
I
’
m
a
demon
,
not
a
devil
.
”
Saying
which
,
he
retreated
right
under
his
logs
,
where
he
could
be
heard
chinking
about
,
muttering
,
“
Lot
of
nonsense
!
”
all
the
rest
of
the
time
Sophie
and
Michael
were
discussing
the
spell
.
By
this
time
the
puzzle
had
got
a
grip
on
Sophie
.
She
packed
away
her
blue
triangles
,
fetched
pen
and
paper
,
and
started
making
notes
in
the
same
sort
of
quantities
that
Michael
had
.
For
the
rest
of
the
day
she
and
Michael
sat
staring
into
the
distance
,
nibbling
quills
and
throwing
out
suggestions
at
one
another
.
An
average
page
of
Sophie
’
s
notes
read
:
Does
garlic
keep
off
envy
?
I
could
cut
a
star
out
of
paper
and
drop
it
.
Could
we
tell
it
to
Howl
?
Howl
would
like
mermaids
better
than
Calcifer
.
Do
not
think
Howl
’
s
mind
is
honest
.
Is
Calcifer
’
s
?
Where
are
the
past
years
anyway
?
Does
it
mean
one
of
those
dry
roots
must
bear
fruit
?
Plant
it
?
Next
to
dock
leaf
?
In
a
seashell
?
Cloven
hoof
,
most
things
but
horses
.
Shoe
a
horse
with
a
clove
of
garlic
?
Wind
?
Smell
?
Wind
of
seven
-
league
boots
?
Is
Howl
devil
?
Cloven
toes
in
seven
-
league
boots
?
Mermaids
in
boots
?
As
Sophie
wrote
this
,
Michael
asked
equally
desperately
,
“
Could
the
‘
wind
’
be
some
sort
of
pulley
?
An
honest
man
being
hanged
?
That
’
s
black
magic
,
though
.
”
“
Let
’
s
have
supper
,
”
said
Sophie
.
They
ate
bread
and
cheese
,
still
staring
into
the
distance
.
At
last
Sophie
said
,
“
Michael
,
for
goodness
’
sake
,
let
’
s
give
up
guessing
and
try
just
doing
what
it
says
.
Where
’
s
the
best
place
to
catch
a
falling
star
?
Out
on
the
hills
?
”
