Sophie pushes all the boys in the army without a choice - and all the armor enchanted for Ingarian soldiers, all the swords bespelled to strike extra-hard that Howl's been working on - out of her mind, concentrating instead on the problem at hand.

[Not like this, surely. It's leagues and leagues to Ingary - we'll have to go get the boots back.]

She stops, blinking at him. [Can four-legged creatures wear seven-league boots?]