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. Not to mention you aren't
wearing any shoes...."
"I know! I gave them away!" Phineas shouted.
Suddenly, Trapspringer's face lit up. "Gave them
away! That's what I did with the map! Some years ago,
I gave a bunch of my maps away. There!" Trapspringer
looked pleased with himself for having remembered.
"I gave them to my nephew, Tasslehoff Burrfoot. He's
one of the Burrfoots I told you about," Trapspringer
continued, without noticing that Phineas's eyes had
gone blank. "He should be back here any day now.
He's marrying the mayor's daughter, you know. When
he gets back, they'll let me out of this depressing
prison."
Phineas's vacant eyes traveled over the awesome
beauty of his surroundings and his mind stumbled,
trying to calculate its inestimable worth. He remem-
bered the rickety bench where he had spent the night.
Soundlessly, he repeated Trapspringer's last words.
Light dawned in his eyes.
Some kender named Tasslehoff had the map, and he
would be returning to Kendermore any day now.
New strength surged through Phineas's veins. He
had only to wait until Tasslehoff showed up, and he'd
have the map! But what if Tasslehoff never came back?
The human remembered hearing, with some relief,
that a bounty hunter had been sent after the wayward
kender. And wasn't the council holding his favorite
uncle? Oh, yes, he'd be back.
Caught up in his daydream, Phineas did not see Bi-
gelow the gardener's approach. He was carrying a sap-
ling in one hand and a note in the other. As he handed
the paper to Trapspringer, the sound of his voice inter-
rupted Phineas's thoughts
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