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. It was nearly time.
The gnomes were to lead the attack. But because the
original idea had been Quinby Cull's, the kender was given
the honor of giving the signal to start the battle. . . .
Quinby looked out the window of the Paw's Mark Inn. It
had stormed all night, but the sky was beginning to lighten.
It was now or never. He looked at his fellow kender and
smiled with satisfaction. If he had been a painter he would
have drawn the scene inside the inn so that he'd never
forget it. Perhaps Spinner, when he was a free man, would
tell a story about this glorious adventure. It occurred to
Quinby that Spinner might even make him a hero in the
tale. Wouldn't that be something? he thought. But then
Quinby laughed at himself. How could a kender be a hero?
he scoffed, shaking his head. Such things never happened.
Yet, in his imagination, stoked by the stories that Spinner
had told, Quinby Cull held on to the dream.
With those thoughts circling in his mind, the kender
opened the door of the inn. He took a horn made of bone
from his waistband and lifted it to his lips.
The shrill, piercing sound of Quinby's horn echoed
throughout the silent city. Vigre heard it. Barsh heard it.
And so did the dragonarmy guards who stood atop the
prison walls
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