Christopher Paolini - [Inheritance 01] - Eragon.html

by Eragon (lit)

  are you?demanded Eragon, suddenly bitter. come a mere village storyteller happens to have a Rider’s sword? How do you know about the Ra’zac?

  Brom tapped his pipe. thought I made it clear I wasn’t going to talk about that.

  uncle is dead because of this. Dead! exclaimed Eragon, slashing a hand through the air. ’ve trusted you this far because Saphira respects you, but no more! You’re not the person I’ve known in Carvahall for all of these years. Explain yourself!

  For a long time Brom stared at the smoke swirling between them, deep lines creasing his forehead. When he stirred, it was only to take another puff. Finally he said, ’ve probably never thought about it, but most of my life has been spent outside of Palancar Valley. It was only in Carvahall that I took up the mantle of storyteller. I have played many roles to different people—I’ve a complicated past. It was partly through a desire to escape it that I came here. So no, I’m not the man you think I am.

  snorted Eragon. who are you?

  Brom smiled gently. am one who is here to help you. Do not scorn those words—they are the truest I’ve ever spoken. But I’m not going to answer your questions. At this point you don’t need to hear my history, nor have you yet earned that right. Yes, I have knowledge Brom the storyteller wouldn’t, but I’m more than he. You’ll have to learn to live with that fact and the fact that I don’t hand out descriptions of my life to anyone who asks!

  Eragon glared at him sullenly. ’m going to sleep,he said, leaving the fire.

  Brom did not seem surprised, but there was sorrow in his eyes. He spread his bedroll next to the fire as Eragon lay beside Saphira. An icy silence fell over the camp.

  * * *

  SADDLEMAKING

  When Eragon’s eyes opened, the memory of Garrow’s death crashed down on him. He pulled the blankets over his head and cried quietly under their warm darkness. It felt good just to lie there to hide from the world outside. Eventually the tears stopped. He cursed Brom. Then he reluctantly wiped his cheeks and got up. Brom was making breakfast. morning, he said. Eragon grunted in reply. He jammed his cold fingers in his armpits and crouched by the fire until the food was ready. They ate quickly, trying to consume the food before it lost its warmth. When he finished, Eragon washed his bowl with snow, then spread the stolen leather on the ground.

  are you going to do with that?asked Brom. can’t carry it with us.

  ’m going to make a saddle for Saphira.

  said Brom, moving forward. dragons used to have two kinds of saddles. The first was hard and molded like a horse’s saddle. But those take time and tools to make, neither of which we have. The other was thin and lightly padded, nothing more than an extra layer between the Rider and dragon. Those saddles were used whenever speed and flexibility were important, though they weren’t nearly as comfortable as the molded ones.

  you know what they looked like?asked Eragon.

  I can make one.

  please do,said Eragon, standing aside.

  well, but pay attention. Someday you may have to do this for yourself.With Saphira’s permission, Brom measured her neck and chest. Then he cut five bands out of the leather and outlined a dozen or so shapes on the hides. Once the pieces had been sliced out, he cut what remained of the hides into long cords.

  Brom used the cords to sew everything together, but for each stitch, two holes had to be bored through the leather. Eragon helped with that. Intricate knots were rigged in place of buckles, and every strap was made extra long so the saddle would still fit Saphira in the coming months.

  The main part of the saddle was assembled from three identical sections sewn together with padding between them. Attached to the front was a thick loop that would fit snugly around one of Saphira’s neck spikes, while wide bands sewn on either side would wrap around her belly and tie underneath. Taking the place of stirrups were a series of loops running down both bands. Tightened, they would hold Eragon’s legs in place. A long strap was constructed to pass between Saphira’s front legs, split in two, and then come up behind her front legs to rejoin with the saddle.

  While Brom worked, Eragon repaired his pack and organized their supplies. The day was spent by the time their tasks were completed. Weary from his labor, Brom put the saddle on Saphira and checked to see that the straps fit. He made a few small adjustments, then took it off, satisfied.

  did a good job,Eragon acknowledged grudgingly.

  Brom inclined his head. tries his best. It should serve you well; the leather’s sturdy enough.

  Aren’t you going to try it out? asked Saphira.

  Maybe tomorrow, said Eragon, storing the saddle with his blankets. It’s too late now. In truth he was not eager to fly again—not after the disastrous outcome of his last attempt.

  Dinner was made quickly. It tasted good even though it was simple. While they ate, Brom looked over the fire at Eragon and asked, we leave tomorrow?

  isn’t any reason to stay.

  suppose notHe shifted. Eragon, I must apologize about how events have turned out. I never wished for this to happen. Your family did not deserve such a tragedy. If there were anything I could do to reverse it, I would. This is a terrible situation for all of us. Eragon sat in silence, avoiding Brom’s gaze, then Brom said, ’re going to need horses.

  you do, but I have Saphira.

  Brom shook his head. isn’t a horse alive that can outrun a flying dragon, and Saphira is too young to carry us both. Besides, it’ll be safer if we stay together, and riding is faster than walking.

  that’ll make it harder to catch the Ra’zac,protested Eragon. Saphira, I could probably find them within a day or two. On horses, it’ll take much longer—if it’s even possible to overtake their lead on the ground!

  Brom said slowly, ’s a chance you’ll have to take if I’m to accompany you.

  Eragon thought it over. right,he grumbled, ’ll get horses. But you have to buy them. I don’t have any money, and I don’t want to steal again. It’s wrong.

  depends on your point of view,corrected Brom with a slight smile. you set out on this venture, remember that your enemies, the Ra’zac, are the king’s servants. They will be protected wherever they go. Laws do not stop them. In cities they’ll have access to abundant resources and willing servants. Also keep in mind that nothing is more important to Galbatorix than recruiting or killing you—though word of your existence probably hasn’t reached him yet. The longer you evade the Ra’zac, the more desperate he’ll become. He’ll know that every day you’ll be growing stronger and that each passing moment will give you another chance to join his enemies. You must be very careful, as you may easily turn from the hunter into the hunted.

  Eragon was subdued by the strong words. Pensive, he rolled a twig between his fingers. talk,said Brom. ’s late and my bones ache. We can say more tomorrow.Eragon nodded and banked the fire.

  * * *

  THERINSFORD

  Dawn was gray and overcast with a cutting wind. The forest was quiet. After a light breakfast, Brom and Eragon doused the fire and shouldered their packs, preparing to leave. Eragon hung his bow and quiver on the side of his pack where he could easily reach them. Saphira wore the saddle; she would have to carry it until they got horses. Eragon carefully tied Zar’roc onto her back, too, as he did not want the extra weight. Besides, in his hands the sword would be no better than a club. Eragon had felt safe inside the bramble, but outside, wariness crept into his movements. Saphira took off and circled overhead. The trees thinned as they returned to the farm.

  I will see this place again, Eragon insisted to himself, looking at the ruined buildings. This cannot, will not, be a permanent exile. Someday when it’s safe, I’ll returnThrowing back his shoulders, he faced south and the strange, barbaric lands that lay there.

  As they walked, Saphira veered west toward the mountains and out of sight. Eragon felt uncomfortable as he watched her go. Even now, with no one around, they could not spend their days together. She had to stay hidden in case they met a fellow trave
ler.

  The Ra’zac’s footprints were faint on the eroding snow, but Eragon was unconcerned. It was unlikely that they had forsaken the road, which was the easiest way out of the valley, for the wilderness. Once outside the valley, however, the road divided in several places. It would be difficult to ascertain which branch the Ra’zac had taken.

  They traveled in silence, concentrating on speed. Eragon’s legs continued to bleed where the scabs had cracked. To take his mind off the discomfort, he asked, what exactly can dragons do? You said that you knew something of their abilities.

  Brom laughed, his sapphire ring flashing in the air as he gestured. it’s a pitiful amount compared to what I would like to know. Your question is one people have been trying to answer for centuries, so understand that what I tell you is by its very nature incomplete. Dragons have always been mysterious, though maybe not on purpose.

  I can truly answer your question, you need a basic education on the subject of dragons. It’s hopelessly confusing to start in the middle of such a complex topic without understanding the foundation on which it stands. I’ll begin with the life cycle of dragons, and if that doesn’t wear you out, we can continue to another topic.

  Brom explained how dragons mate and what it took for their eggs to hatch. see,he said, a dragon lays an egg, the infant inside is ready to hatch. But it waits, sometimes for years, for the right circumstances. When dragons lived in the wild, those circumstances were usually dictated by the availability of food. However, once they formed an alliance with the elves, a certain number of their eggs, usually no more than one or two, were given to the Riders each year. These eggs, or rather the infants inside, wouldn’t hatch until the person destined to be its Rider came into their presence—though how they sensed that isn’t known. People used to line up to touch the eggs, hoping that one of them might be picked.

  you mean that Saphira might not have hatched for me?asked Eragon.

  possibly, if she hadn’t liked you.

  He felt honored that of all the people in Alagashe had chosen him. He wondered how long she had been waiting, then shuddered at the thought of being cramped inside an egg, surrounded by darkness.

  Brom continued his lecture. He explained what and when dragons ate. A fully grown sedentary dragon could go for months without food, but in mating season they had to eat every week. Some plants could heal their sicknesses, while others would make them ill. There were various ways to care for their claws and clean their scales.

  He explained the techniques to use when attacking from a dragon and what to do if you were fighting one, whether on foot, horseback, or with another dragon. Their bellies were armored; their armpits were not. Eragon constantly interrupted to ask questions, and Brom seemed pleased by the inquiries. Hours passed unheeded as they talked.

  When evening came, they were near Therinsford. As the sky darkened and they searched for a place to camp, Eragon asked, was the Rider that owned Zar’roc?

  mighty warrior,said Brom, was much feared in his time and held great power.

  was his name?

  ’ll not say.Eragon protested, but Brom was firm. don’t want to keep you ignorant, far from it, but certain knowledge would only prove dangerous and distracting for you right now. There isn’t any reason for me to trouble you with such things until you have the time and the power to deal with them. I only wish to protect you from those who would use you for evil.

  Eragon glared at him. know what? I think you just enjoy speaking in riddles. I’ve half a mind to leave you so I don’t have to be bothered with them. If you’re going to say something, then say it instead of dancing around with vague phrases!

  All will be told in time,Brom said gently. Eragon grunted, unconvinced.

  They found a comfortable place to spend the night and set up camp. Saphira joined them as dinner was being set on the fire. Did you have time to hunt for food? asked Eragon.

  She snorted with amusement. If the two of you were any slower, I would have time to fly across the sea and back without falling behind.

  You don’t have to be insulting. Besides, we’ll go faster once we have horses.

  She let out a puff of smoke. Maybe, but will it be enough to catch the Ra’zac? They have a lead of several days and many leagues. And I’m afraid they may suspect we’re following them. Why else would they have destroyed the farm in such a spectacular manner, unless they wished to provoke you into chasing them?

  I don’t know, said Eragon, disturbed. Saphira curled up beside him, and he leaned against her belly, welcoming the warmth. Brom sat on the other side of the fire, whittling two long sticks. He suddenly threw one at Eragon, who grabbed it out of reflex as it whirled over the crackling flames.

  yourself!barked Brom, standing.

  Eragon looked at the stick in his hand and saw that it was shaped in the crude likeness of a sword. Brom wanted to fight him? What chance did the old man stand? If he wants to play this game, so be it, but if he thinks to beat me, he’s in for a surprise.

  He rose as Brom circled the fire. They faced each other for a moment, then Brom charged, swinging his stick. Eragon tried to block the attack but was too slow. He yelped as Brom struck him on the ribs, and stumbled backward.

  Without thinking, he lunged forward, but Brom easily parried the blow. Eragon whipped the stick toward Brom’s head, twisted it at the last moment, and then tried to hit his side. The solid smack of wood striking wood resounded through the camp. —good!exclaimed Brom, eyes gleaming. His arm moved in a blur, and there was an explosion of pain on the side of Eragon’s head. He collapsed like an empty sack, dazed.

  A splash of cold water roused him to alertness, and he sat up, sputtering. His head was ringing, and there was dried blood on his face. Brom stood over him with a pan of melted snow water. didn’t have to do that, said Eragon angrily, pushing himself up. He felt dizzy and unsteady.

  Brom arched an eyebrow. A real enemy wouldn’t soften his blows, and neither will I. Should I pander to yourincompetence so you’ll feel better? I don’t think so.He picked up the stick that Eragon had dropped and held it out. defend yourself.

  Eragon stared blankly at the piece of wood, then shook his head. it; I’ve had enough.He turned away and stumbled as he was whacked loudly across the back. He spun around, growling.

  turn your back to the enemy!snapped Brom, then tossed the stick at him and attacked. Eragon retreated around the fire, beneath the onslaught. your arms in. Keep your knees bent, shouted Brom. He continued to give instructions, then paused to show Eragon exactly how to execute a certain move. it again, but this time slowly !They slid through the forms with exaggerated motions before returning to their furious battle. Eragon learned quickly, but no matter what he tried, he could not hold Brom off for more than a few blows.

  When they finished, Eragon flopped on his blankets and groaned. He hurt everywhere—Brom had not been gentle with his stick. Saphira let out a long, coughing growl and curled her lip until a formidable row of teeth showed.

  What’s wrong with you? he demanded irritably.

  Nothing, she replied. It’s funny to see a hatchling like you beaten by the old one. She made the sound again, and Eragon turned red as he realized that she was laughing. Trying to preserve some dignity, he rolled onto his side and fell asleep.

  He felt even worse the next day. Bruises covered his arms, and he was almost too sore to move. Brom looked up from the mush he was serving and grinned. do you feel?Eragon grunted and bolted down the breakfast.

  Once on the road, they traveled swiftly so as to reach Therinsford before noon. After a league, the road widened and they saw smoke in the distance. ’d better tell Saphira to fly ahead and wait for us on the other side of Therinsford, said Brom. has to be careful here, otherwise people are bound to notice her.

  don’t you tell her yourself?challenged Eragon.

  ’s considered bad manners to interfere with another’s dragon.

  didn’t have a problem with it in Carvahall.

  Brom’s lips
twitched with a smile. did what I had to.

  Eragon eyed him darkly, then relayed the instructions. Saphira warned, Be careful; the Empire’s servants could be hiding anywhere.

  As the ruts in the road deepened, Eragon noticed more footprints. Farms signaled their approach to Therinsford. The village was larger than Carvahall, but it had been constructed haphazardly, the houses aligned in no particular order.

  a mess,said Eragon. He could not see Dempton’s mill. Baldor and Albriech have surely fetched Roran by now. Either way, Eragon had no wish to face his cousin.

  ’s ugly, if nothing else,agreed Brom.

  The Anora River flowed between them and the town, spanned by a stout bridge. As they approached it, a greasy man stepped from behind a bush and barred their way. His shirt was too short, and his dirty stomach spilled over a rope belt. Behind his cracked lips, his teeth looked like crumbling tombstones. c’n stop right there. This’s my bridge. Gotta pay t’ get over.

  much?asked Brom in a resigned voice. He pulled out a pouch, and the bridgekeeper brightened.

  crowns,he said, pulling his lips into a broad smile. Eragon’s temper flared at the exorbitant price, and he started to complain hotly, but Brom silenced him with a quick look. The coins were wordlessly handed over. The man put them into a sack hanging from his belt. ’ee much, he said in a mocking tone, and stood out of the way.

  As Brom stepped forward, he stumbled and caught the bridgekeeper’s arm to support himself. y’re step,snarled the grimy man, sidling away.

  apologized Brom, and continued over the bridge with Eragon.

  didn’t you haggle? He skinned you alive!exclaimed Eragon when they were out of earshot. probably doesn’t even own the bridge. We could have pushed right past him.

  agreed Brom.

  why pay him?