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. Perhaps the greatest accident Fizban wove was
his own.
I always thought that the little speech he gave at the end of
the war (quoted at the end of the CHRONICLES) was rather
lame: all that theological clap-trap did nothing but give the
surviving Companions an inflated sense of their own self-
importance (which, I suppose, is what mythology is for, and
why they were so willing to enshrine him on the spot). But
from his story we can draw one valuable lesson: sometimes
an important individual drops out of a tale, out of history,
through accident or design, but given time and the continual
hunger for truth, he shall return with an immortality won by
his own cleverness, his own ingenuity. It is the tale of the
poet in brief, of the true "weaver of accidents," if I have
ever heard that tale spoken.
Line 95: Nor CAN WE SAY WHO THE STORY WILL
GATHER. Often taken to be a grammatical error on the
poet's part, a line that SHOULD read "Nor can we say
WHOM the story will gather." Not true at all! It was
Armavir's last insurance, his last hedge against oblivion!
For the line, as printed, means grammatically, "Nor can we
say who will gather the story" The final version of the
poem, marred by the neglect or ill intentions of the
chroniclers, proves Armavir a prophet
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