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“Then we will speak of this no more.”

“Yes, Ebrithil.”

Eragon was still subdued, even depressed, by the end of the day. He barely looked up when they went outside to meet Saphira and Glaedr upon their return. The trees shook from the fury of the gale that the two dragons created with their wings. Saphira seemed proud of herself; she arched her neck and pranced toward Eragon, opening her chops in a lupine grin.

A stone cracked under Glaedr’s weight as the ancient dragon turned a giant eye—as large as a dinner platter—on Eragon and asked,What are the rules three to spotting downdrafts, and the rules five for escaping them?

Startled out of his reverie, Eragon could only blink dumbly. “I don’t know.”

Then Oromis confronted Saphira and asked, “What creatures do ants farm, and how do they extract food from them?”

I wouldn’t know,declared Saphira. She sounded affronted.

A gleam of anger leaped into Oromis’s eyes and he crossed his arms, though his expression remained calm. “After all the two of you have done together, I would think that you had learned the most basic lesson of being Shur’tugal: Share everything with your partner. Would you cut off your right arm? Would you fly with only one wing? Never. Then why would you ignore the bond that links you? By doing so, you reject your greatest gift and your advantage over any single opponent. Nor should you just talk to each other with your minds, but rather mingle your consciousnesses until you act and think as one. I expect both of you to know what either one of you is taught.”

“What about our privacy?” objected Eragon.

Privacy?said Glaedr.Keep your thoughts to thyself when you leave here, if it pleases you, but while we tutor you, you have no privacy.

Eragon looked at Saphira, feeling even worse than before. She avoided his gaze, then stamped a foot and faced him directly.What?

They’re right. We have been negligent.

It’s not my fault.

I didn’t say that it was.She had guessed his opinion, though. He resented the attention she lavished on Glaedr and how it drew her away from him.We’ll do better, won’t we?

Of course!she snapped.

She declined to offer Oromis and Glaedr an apology, though, leaving the task to Eragon. “We won’t disappoint you again.”

“See that you don’t. You will be tested tomorrow on what the other learned.” Oromis revealed a round wood bauble nestled in the middle of his palm. “So long as you take care to wind it regularly, this device will wake you at the proper time each morning. Return here as soon as you have bathed and eaten.”

The bauble was surprisingly heavy when Eragon took it. The size of a walnut, it had been carved with deep whorls around a knob wrought in the likeness of a moss-rose blossom. He turned the knob experimentally and heard three clicks as a hidden ratchet advanced. “Thank you,” he said.

UNDER THEMENOATREE

After Eragon and Saphira had said their farewells, they flew back to their tree house with Saphira’s new saddle dangling between her front claws. Without acknowledging the fact, they gradually opened their minds and allowed their connection to widen and deepen, though neither of them consciously reached for the other. Eragon’s tumultuous emotions must have been strong enough for Saphira to sense anyway, though, for she asked,What happened, then?

A throbbing pain built up behind his eyes as he explained the terrible crime he had committed in Farthen Dûr. Saphira was as appalled by it as he was. He said,Your gift may help that girl, but what I did is inexcusable and will only hurt her.

The blame isn’t all yours. I share your knowledge of the ancient language, and I didn’t spot the error any more than you did.When Eragon remained silent, she added,At least your back didn’t cause any trouble today. Be grateful for that.

He grunted, unwilling to be tempted out of his black mood.And what did you learn this fine day?

How to identify and avoid dangerous weather patterns.She paused, apparently ready to share the memories with him, but he was too busy worrying about his distorted blessing to inquire further. Nor could he bear the thought of being so intimate right then. When he did not pursue the matter, Saphira withdrew into a taciturn silence.

Back in their bedroom, he found a tray of food by the screen door, as he had the previous night. Carrying the tray to his bed—which had been remade with fresh linens—he settled down to eat, cursing the lack of meat. Already sore from the Rimgar, he propped himself up with pillows and was about to take his first bite when there came a gentle rapping at the opening to his chamber. “Enter,” he growled. He took a drink of water.

Eragon nearly choked as Arya stepped through the doorway. She had abandoned the leather clothes she usually wore in favor of a soft green tunic cinched at the waist with a girdle adorned with moonstones. She had also removed her customary headband, allowing her hair to tumble around her face and over her shoulders. The biggest change, however, was not so much in her dress but her bearing; the brittle tension that had permeated her demeanor ever since Eragon first met her was now gone.

She seemed to have finally relaxed.

He scrambled to his feet, noticing that her own were bare. “Arya! Why are you here?”

Touching her first two fingers to her lips, she said, “Do you plan on spending another evening inside?”

“I—”

“You have been in Ellesméra for three days now, and yet you have seen nothing of our city. I know that you always wished to explore it. Set aside your weariness this once and accompany me.” Gliding toward him, she took Zar’roc from where it lay by his side and beckoned to him.

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