Ходячий замок
Chapter 3
“He’sgotbothfeetinthegraveandI’veonlygotone,”sheconsoledherself.Sheturnedbacktothefire,whichwasnowflaringupintoblueandgreenflames.“Mustbesaltinthatwood,”Sophiemurmured.Shesettledherselfmorecomfortably,puttingherknobbyfeetonthefenderandherheadintoacornerofthechair,whereshecouldstareintothecoloredflames,andbegandreamilyconsideringwhatsheoughttodointhemorning.Butshewassidetrackedalittlebyimaginingafaceintheflames.“Itwouldbeathinblueface,”shemurmured,“verylongandthin,withathinbluenose.Butthosecurlygreenflamesontoparemostdefinitelyyourhair.SupposeIdidn’tgountilHowlgetsback?Wizardscanliftspells,Isuppose.Andthosepurpleflamesnearthebottommakethemouth—youhavesavageteeth,myfriend.Youhavetwogreentuftsofflameforeyebrows…”Curiouslyenough,theonlyorangeflamesinthefirewereunderthegreeneyebrowflames,justlikeeyes,andtheyeachhadalittlepurpleglintinthemiddlethatSophiecouldalmostimaginewaslookingather,likethepupilofaneye.“Ontheotherhand,”Sophiecontinued,lookingintotheorangeflames,“ifthespellwasoff,I’dhavemyhearteatenbeforeIcouldturnaround.”
“Don’tyouwantyourhearteaten?”askedthefire.
Itwasdefinitelythefirethatspoke.Sophiesawitspurplemouthmoveasthewordscame.Itsvoicewasnearlyascrackedasherown,fullofthespittingandwhiningofburningwood.“NaturallyIdon’t,”Sophieanswered.
