But here, now, I must ask whether it truly did, or whether I was remembering as I catalogued those jennaye some endless harvest song of my youth, or whether, worse yet, some spirit of mischief jogged my arm and made me write real spells and honest truths of the firmament concealed in my outrageous lies, and now that some fool has put it all together in one place, has made an actual Chamber like the one I described, everything in the Scroll is to some extent the truth.