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. For that night in the prison he opened the window
of my soul. And though his voice was stilled, his gift was
somehow passed to me. I've told many stories throughout
the years as I've traveled across Krynn. But I never fail to
tell this, the one, great, final story exactly as Spinner told it
to me that night in the prison.
Oh, I know what really happened. Quinby, Vigre, and
Barsh did try to save Spinner. But once they made their
plans, Quinby forgot all about them - he was true to his
kender soul; out of sight, out of mind. Vigre, ever
distrustful of humans, had second thoughts about the entire
enterprise. Meanwhile, Barsh and his gnomes did set about
creating a huge wall-scaling device. The problem was that
it was so big that they couldn't get it out of the building in
which they had constructed it. It's still there to this day.
Now, you might say that the truth doesn't make a good
tale. But that's not the point. There is a higher truth than the
facts. And that truth reveals itself every time I tell Spinner's
story. For as the years went by, the kender, dwarves, and
gnomes of Flotsam grew to BELIEVE that they had saved
Spinner. They have convinced themselves that on one cold,
windswept night they joined together to make history, to
reach greatness, to become heroes
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