Ходячий замок
Chapter 9
“RememberlastwinterwhenweweredowntoyourlastlogandHowlwentoffandboughttheskullandthatstupidguitar?Iwasreallyannoyedwithhim.Hesaidtheylookedgood.”
“Whatdidyoudoaboutlogs?”Sophieasked.
“Howlconjuredsomefromsomeonewhoowedhimmoney,”Michaelsaid.“Atleast,hesaidtheydid,andIjusthopedhewastellingthetruth.Andweateseaweed.Howlsaysit’sgoodforyou.”
“Nicestuff,”murmuredCalcifer.“Dryandcrackly.”
“Ihateit,”saidMichaelstaringabstractedlyathisbowlofpoundedstuff.“Idon’tknow—thereshouldbeseveningredients,unlessit’ssevenprocesses,butlet’stryitinapentacleanyway.”Heputthebowlonthefloorandchalkedasortoffive-pointedstarroundit.
ThepowderexplodedwithaforcethatblewSophie’strianglesintothehearth.Michaelsworeandhurriedlyrubbedoutthechalk.
“Sophie,”hesaid,“I’mstuckinthisspell.Youdon’tthinkyoucouldpossiblyhelpme,doyou?”
Justlikesomeonebringingtheirhomeworktotheirgranny,Sophiethought,collectingtrianglesandpatientlylayingthemoutagain.“Let’shavealook,”shesaidcautiously.“Idon’tknowanythingaboutmagic,youknow.”
Michaeleagerlythrustastrange,slightlyshinypaperintoherhand.Itlookedunusual,evenforaspell.Itwasprintedinboldletters,buttheywereslightlygrayandblurred,andthereweregrayblurs,likeretreatingstormclouds,roundalltheedges.“Seewhatyouthink,”saidMichael.
