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. Woodrow didn't
contradict Tasslehoff's claims, though; he was in no hurry to get
anywhere.
Chapter 2
"Now remember, keep those beeswax plugs in your ears for two
weeks, and when you take them out you'll be able to hear much better."
The kender, a sawyer named Semus, cocked his head to the side
and looked at Phineas Curick with a puzzled expression, then tapped
his ear with his hoopak. Phineas placed his mouth next to the kender's
ear and shouted, "Keep them in for two weeks!" Semus smiled.
"Thanks, Dr. Ears," he shouted. "Can you hear me OK?"
"Fine, fine," said Phineas, ushering the beaming kender out of
the chair and steering him back through the waiting room. "That'll be
ten copper," the doctor said, holding his hand out for payment.
The kender patted his pockets, then reached in and pulled out a
fistful of sticky candy. "I seem to be a little short today. Could you
maybe use some scrap wood?
You could fix up this dump real nice, add a few more shelves,
you know --"
"No, thank you," Phineas said, snatching the plugs from the
startled kender's ears and booting him out of the door into the
cobbled street. The balding, middleaged human dusted off his hands,
scratched his redveined nose, and turned to the waiting throng. Ten
kender were seated on the long wooden bench that ran along the north
wall of the office.
For a year and a half Phineas Curick had been practicing his
peculiar brand of medicine in Kendermore
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