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Episode o seven shepherd sunset encounters a moving castle
The third encounter came toward the of the afternoon on spvia d worked away
Quite high into the hills
A contryman came whistling down the lane to water
A sheepherd so he thought going home after seen to his sheep
He was a well set up young fellow or forty or so gracious
So he said to ourself self mormorning i've seen him as an old man
How one's point of view does alter when the sheet is also so he mumbled into hsouself he moved other carefully over over the other side side the lane and called out was great heart in us good evening to your mother
Where are you off to mother said sophii not not your mother
Young man a manner of speaking the shephis said eing along against the opposite edge
I was so remaining a polite inquiry seeing you're walking into the hills
The the end the day you w''t get down into up a fofolding before night fall with you
So we had not considered this she 's stood in the road
And thought about it
It doesn't matter
Really
She said half to herself
You can't be fuzzy
When you're off to seek your fortune god jhindeed mother said the shepherd he had now aged himself downhill of sophion seemed to feel better for it
Then i wish you good luck
Mother provided your faulunune have nothing to do with charming folks
Cattle
And he took off down the road in great strides almost running
But not quite so he staand after him
Indignantly he thought i was a rich
She said to her stick
She had half a mind to scared shepherd by shouting nasty things after him
But that seemed a little mankind
She pllugged on up ill mumbling shortly the hedge ges gave way to bear banks and the land
Beyond became heavily uppland with a lot of steepness
Beyond that covered with yellow rackling grass
So if he kept grimy on by now her nobby old feet aced and her back and her knees
She became too tired to mumble and simply plugged on panting
Until the son was quite low and all it once
She became quiatly to sophie
That she could not walk a step
Further she collapsed onto a stone by the waiside
Wondering what she would do
Now the only ftune i can think of is a comfortable chair
She asked the stone proved to be on a sort of headland
Which gave sophia magnificent view the way she should come
There was most of the valleys spread out beneath her in the setting sun
All fields and walls and hedges
The windings of the river and the fine menchance of rich people grolowing out from clumps of trees right down to blue mountains in the far distance just below ha was market chipping
So if you could look down into its well known streets
There was market square and sasaaris
She could have tossed stone down the chimney pots of the house next to the hat shop
How near it still is sophie told her stick in dismay
All that walking just to get above my own rooftop
It got cold on the stone
As the son went down an unpleasant wind blue whwhhehever way
Saophie turned to avoid it
Now it no longer seemed so unimportant
That she will be out on the hills
During the night
She found herself
Thinking more and more of a comfortable chair and a fireside
And also of darkness and wild animals
But if she went back to market chipping
It would be the middle of the night before she got back
She might just as go on she sight and stood up creeking
It was awful
She acked all over
I never realized before what old people had to put up with she painted she labered up hill
So i don't think wolves will eat me
I must be far too dry and tough
That's one comfort night was coming down fast now and the heaary up plants to a blue grey
The wind was shopper
So if his punting and the creeeking of her limbs was so loud in her ears
That it took her a while to notice that some of the grinding and pufing was not coming from herself at all she looked up blurally visit house
Castle was rumbling and bumping toward heard across the morland black smoke was blowing up in clouds from behind its black battments
It looked tall and thin and heavy and ugly and very senister indeed safeillan on her stick and watched deit
She was not particularly frightened
She wondered how it moved
But the main thing in her mind was that all that smoke must an an large fie sight somewhere inside those tall black walls well by not she said to her stick visit house
Not likely to want mscle for his collection
He only takes young goals
She raised her stick and wave it immpiously at the castle stop she sheaked the castle obedientely came to a rumbling grinding halt about fifty feet up hill from her
Sophie elght rather gratified as she humbled toward it