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. Phineas felt a hand on his
shoulder and looked up to see Trapspringer munching
on a piece of cinnamon fence. The kender plunked
down next to him. They sat that way for several min-
utes. Finally, Trapspringer broke the silence.
"That's what you were looking for all along, wasn't
it?" he asked. "I finally put all the pieces together. My
nephew, the marriage, the map -- it was all because that
map I gave you said something about 'a treasure of
powerful magic'."
Phineas heaved a heavy sigh.
"Don't take it too hard," advised the kender. "Trea-
sures come and go -- I should know -- but this...," he
said, holding up a solid butterscotch mushroom, "...
is the sort of thing you don't find every day."
Phineas raised his head and stared at the mushroom
through unblinking, red-rimmed eyes.
"I'm leaving," the human said flatly, and struggled to
his feet. "Where's the exit?" He started walking down
the licorice street toward Gelfig and the laughing, jok-
ing cluster of kender, who were trailing bits of pastry
behind.
"Hey, Gelfig," Phineas shouted, "here's your trinket
back. Now, how do I get out of here?"
Suddenly the kender, who had been jovial and bois-
terous moments before, grew sullen and quiet. They
paused before Gelfig's gingerbread house. Gelfig
coughed self-consciously and pretended he had not
heard the question.
"What's the matter?" asked Phineas, suddenly ner-
vous. He glanced at Trapspringer, who shrugged and
looked back to Gelfig.
Finally, Gelfig turned toward them. "Umm, I guess I
forgot to mention this, but we haven't found any way
to leave
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