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. "Do you see an 'open' sign in
my door?"
"Well, no, but your window ith open and I thought maybe you
hadn't turned the thign yet, and my tooth hurtth real bad. Thay,
what'th that? A map?"
Phineas instinctively jerked the paper from the kender's prying
eyes, then looked up. A white strip of cloth was stretched around the
kender's jaw and tied to the top of her head.
"This? Why, yes, it is a map. I'm thinking of moving my shop,
and I'm simply considering new locations," he improvised hastily. "And
yes, my window is open, but I am not."
"Well, when will you be open?" she asked, laying a hand gingerly
to the left side of her jaw.
"I don't know!" he growled impatiently. "Come back this
afternoon!"
"Should I come here, or should I go to your new shop ?" Phineas
looked at her strangely. Ordinarily, kender didn't bother him, like
they did most humans. But for some reason, this kender was annoying
him to distraction. Perhaps it was simply a reaction to the previous
evening's excessive nightcap.
"Here!"
"OK!" she said merrily. "Bye! Thee you thith afternoon!" Waving,
she grinned, but her smile disappeared immediately. Holding her sore
jaw, she drifted away down the uneven, cobbled street.
Quickly, before more snooping kender could appear and pester
him, Phineas pulled the map back onto his lap and studied it closely.
A street map of Kendermore looked like a box filled with writhing
snakes. No two roads were parallel -- or even straight -- and all but
the thicker, main avenues were dead ends
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