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"Keys!" crowed Barsh, dangling them happily in the air.
"We took them from an officer at the landing,"
explained Vigre. "You're going to be free."
"We're glad to see you," said Quinby, standing back
from the door with tears of joy in his eyes.
"YOU'RE glad to see me?" I cried in disbelief. "To be
sure, it's the other way around!"
The cell door flew open.
"Come with us," said Quinby. "We came to save you.
Now you and your stories can live forever!"
Spinner Kenro ended the long tale about himself with a
flourish, his voice rising in a dramatic crescendo. His
timing was impeccable. No sooner had he finished than a
prison guard unlocked the cell door. "It's dawn," said the
Highlord's emissary. Spinner took a deep breath and rose to
his feet. "Sometimes," he said softly, "I half believe my
own stories. There was a part of me that really thought my
friends would come and save me. Do you think I'm foolish,
Davin?"
I couldn't answer. I was crying.
Spinner had not slept. He had sat up against a wall,
weaving his final story during the last hours of his life. And
I was his only audience.
They hanged Spinner Kenro at daybreak.
Spinner died a great many years ago, but his memory
lives on
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