Книга только для ознакомления
. Of course, kender seldom
scheduled anything.
Kendermore already had a mayor. Phineas's eyes darted from side
to side as a thought -- a recollection, really -- congealed in his
brain. Trapspringer had said some very strange, contradictory things
the night before. He'd said that he was being held in prison. But he'd
also said that his nephew was marrying the mayor's daughter. Had one
or both statements been the rambling of a crazy old kender? The two
could not possibly be connected. Nevertheless, in the absence of any
other clues, it seemed that Phineas's best chance to find Trapspringer
might lay with the mayor, whoever he was. A smile of pure delight and
anticipation spread across his middle-aged face.
In the wake of the parade, kender had begun appearing before his
window.
"Dr. Bones --"
"I need a haircut and --"
Forced to acknowledge their raucous presence, Phineas asked
abruptly, "Say, do any of you know where I might find the mayor?"
"City Hall!" they sang out.
"Thanks," he said tersely. "I'm closed today, because of the
holiday -- the parade, and gynosphinxes, and all that." With that he
swung the shutters closed in the kender's tiny, surprised faces. He
could hear their sputtering taunts, but his mind was already on its
way to City Hall to locate either a crazy man or -- Phineas couldn't
think of an 'or.'
Chapter 5
"I don't get if," Tasslehoff said for the tenth time that
morning. He was seated on the buckboard between Gisella and Woodrow,
his map unfolded and spread wide
|
