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." Then
his eyes narrowed. "Unless you know of another, that
is."
"No," replied Phineas. "I've never seen anything like
it before." The kender continued to eye him. "In Ken-
dermore or anywhere else," he added.
"Well, that's good to know," announced the kender.
"I like to keep on top of things like that. Enjoy your-
self. Try not to break anything." The kender took the
shears from his hair and snipped twice at the bear.
Nodding with satisfaction, he replaced the clippers,
picked up his wheelbarrow again, and continued on
his way.
"Wait!" shouted Phineas. "Can you tell me some-
thing about this place? I've spent two days trying to
find it!"
The kender stopped again and turned around. "Two
days ?" he exclaimed. "Where did you start looking --
Silvanost? There are signs everywhere."
"Yes, I know," Phineas sighed. "I've seen them all.
Unfortunately, the only sign that helped at all was an
unlikely one that sent me through the middle of a can-
dle shop."
"Oh, yes, down on Elderberry Street," said the ken-
der, nodding. "That's an excellent shortcut. I like to
get there first thing in the morning for their big bees-
wax candle special." He spotted a thistle in the grass,
stooped to dig it out, then saw Phineas's feet. "Say, did
you know you aren't wearing any shoes?"
"Yes, I know." The sun was beginning to peak over
the palace, and Phineas had to squint to see the ken-
der. "Is this the mayor's home? It's exceptionally
grand."
"Nope," the kender said with a shake of his head,
"the mayor doesn't live here
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