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Gelfig looked annoyed. "Has Raleigh been replaced
already? I knew he wouldn't last the year!"
Damaris looked confused. "But my father, Meldon
Metwinger, has been mayor these last several months.
I've seen the likeness of this Raleigh you mention on the
wall in the council chamber. He was mayor just after
the Cataclysm, wasn't he?"
"That's right," Gelfig agreed. "Personally, I had no
problem with Raleigh; he seemed effective enough, for
a leprechaun. And he once treated me fairly on Audi-
ence Day. You say there's a Mayor Metwinger now?"
Phineas was focusing on Gelfig's words. "Are you
trying to tell us you knew Raleigh?" His voice was
barely above a whisper.
"Of course I knew him!" Gelfig snorted. "I was nearly
elected to his council, being one of Kendermore's pre-
mier chocolatiers. Of course, the city is so young, com-
petition isn't too bad yet," he felt compelled to admit.
"What year do you think this is?" Phineas asked, his
eyebrows knitted together.
Gelfig looked at him as if he were an idiot. "Why, it's
6 A.C., of course. What year do you think it is?"
Flabbergasted, Phineas opened his mouth to speak
when five of the stout kender leaped forward to give an-
swers of their own.
"27!"
"45!"
"68!"
"129!"
"234!" the throng of kender chorused.
"Try 346," Phineas said dryly when the hubbub qui-
eted down. "But none of you have been here for more
than four months?"
The kender all shook their heads silently.
"Sounds like a time warp to me," Trapspringer an-
nounced.
"Huh?" Phineas grunted
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