Arya moved away in the same direction, but before she went more than a few steps, Eragon called her name and said, "The Cripple Who Is Whole has left Du Weldenvarden and joined Islanzadi at Gil"ead." Arya"s green eyes widened and her lips parted, as if she were about to ask a question. Before she could, the column of inrushing warriors swept her deeper into the city.
Blodhgarm sidled closer to Eragon. "Shadeslayer, why did the Mourning Sage leave the forest?"
"He and his companion felt that the time had come to strike against the Empire and to reveal their presence to Galbatorix."
The elf"s fur rippled. "That is indeed momentous news."
Eragon climbed back onto Saphira. To Blodhgarm and his other guards, he said, "Work your way up to the keep. We"ll meet you there."
Without waiting for the elf to answer, Saphira jumped onto the stairs leading to the top of the city walls. The stone steps cracked under her weight as she climbed up to the wide parapet, from which she took flight over the burning hovels outside Feinster, flapping quickly to gain alt.i.tude.
Arya will have to give us permission before we can tell anyone else about Oromis and Glaedr, said Eragon, remembering the oath of secrecy he, Orik, and Saphira had sworn to Queen Islanzadi during their first visit to Ellesmera. said Eragon, remembering the oath of secrecy he, Orik, and Saphira had sworn to Queen Islanzadi during their first visit to Ellesmera.
I am sure she will once she hears our account, said Saphira. said Saphira.
Aye.
Eragon and Saphira flew from place to place within Feinster, landing wherever they spotted a large clump of men or wherever members of the Varden appeared beleaguered. Unless someone immediately attacked, Eragon attempted to convince each group of enemies to surrender. He failed as often as he succeeded, but he felt better for having tried, for many of the men who thronged the streets were ordinary citizens of Feinster, and not trained soldiers. To each, Eragon said, "The Empire is our foe, not you. Do not take up arms against us and you shall have no cause to fear us." The few times Eragon saw a woman or child running through the dark city, he ordered them to hide in the nearest house, and without exception, they obeyed.
Eragon examined the minds of every person around him and Saphira, searching for magicians who might mean them harm, but he found no other spellcaster besides the three they had already seen, and the three were careful to keep their thoughts hidden from him. It concerned him that they did not seem to have rejoined the fight in any noticeable way.
Maybe they intend to abandon the city, he said to Saphira. he said to Saphira.
Would Galbatorix let them leave in the middle of a battle?
I doubt he wants to lose any of his spellcasters.
Maybe, but we should still tread with care. Who knows what they are planning?
Eragon shrugged. For now, the best thing we can do is help the Varden secure Feinster as quickly as possible. For now, the best thing we can do is help the Varden secure Feinster as quickly as possible.
She agreed and angled toward a skirmish in a nearby square.
Fighting in a city was different from fighting in the open, as Eragon and Saphira were accustomed to. The narrow streets and close-set buildings hampered Saphira"s movements and made it difficult to react when soldiers attacked, even though Eragon could sense the men approaching long before they arrived. Their encounters with the soldiers devolved into dark and desperate struggles, broken only by the occasional burst of fire or magic. More than once, Saphira wrecked the front of a house with a careless sweep of her tail. She and Eragon always managed to escape permanent injury-through a combination of luck, skill, and Eragon"s wards-but the attacks made them even more cautious and tense than they normally were in battle.
The fifth such confrontation left Eragon so enraged that when the soldiers began to withdraw, as they always did in the end, he gave chase, determined to kill every last one. They surprised him by swerving off the street and crashing through the barred door of a millinery shop.
Eragon followed, leaping over the cracked wreckage of the door. The inside of the shop was pitch-black and smelled like chicken feathers and stale perfume. He could have lit the shop with magic, but since he knew the soldiers were at a greater disadvantage than he was, he refrained. Eragon felt their minds nearby, and he could hear their ragged breathing, but he was uncertain of what lay between him and them. He inched deeper into the inky shop, feeling his way with his feet. He held his shield in front of him and Brisingr over his head, ready to strike.
Faint as a line of thread falling to the floor, Eragon heard an object flying through the air.
He jerked backward and staggered as a mace or a hammer struck his shield, breaking it into pieces. Shouts erupted. A man knocked over a chair or a table and something shattered against a wall. Eragon lashed out and felt Brisingr sink into flesh and bury itself in bone. A weight dragged on the end of his sword. Eragon yanked it free, and the man he had struck collapsed across his feet.
Eragon dared a glance back at Saphira, who was waiting for him in the narrow street outside. Only then did Eragon see that there was a lantern mounted on an iron post beside the street and that the light it cast rendered him visible to the soldiers. He quickly moved from the open doorway and threw away the remnants of his shield.
Another crash echoed through the shop, and there was a confusion of footsteps as the soldiers rushed out the back and up a flight of stairs. Eragon scrambled after them. The second story was the living quarters of the family who owned the store below. Several people screamed and a baby began to wail as Eragon bounded through a maze of small rooms, but he ignored them, intent as he was on his prey. At last he cornered the soldiers in a cramped sitting room illuminated by a single flickering candle.
Eragon slew the four soldiers with four strokes of his sword, wincing as their blood splattered him. He scavenged a new shield from one, then paused and studied the corpses. It seemed rude to leave them lying in the middle of the sitting room, so he threw them out a nearby window.
On his way back to the stairs, a figure stepped around a corner and stabbed a dagger toward Eragon"s ribs. The tip of the dagger stopped a fraction of an inch from Eragon"s side, halted by his wards. Startled, Eragon swept Brisingr upward and was about to strike his attacker"s head from his shoulders when he realized that the holder of the dagger was a thin boy of no more than thirteen.
Eragon froze. That could be me, That could be me, he thought. he thought. I would have done the same if I were in his shoes I would have done the same if I were in his shoes. Looking past the boy, he saw a man and a woman standing in their nightgowns and knit caps, clutching each other and staring at him with horror.
A tremor ran through Eragon. He lowered Brisingr and, with his free hand, removed the dagger from the boy"s now-soft grip. "If I were you," Eragon said, and the loudness of his voice shocked him, "I would not go outside until the battle is over." He hesitated, then added, "I"m sorry."
Feeling ashamed, he hurried from the shop and rejoined Saphira.
They continued along the street.
Not far from the millinery shop, Eragon and Saphira came across several of King Orrin"s men carrying gold candlesticks, silver plates and utensils, jewelry, and an a.s.sortment of furnishings out of a well-appointed mansion the men had broken into.
Eragon dashed a pile of rugs from the arms of one man. "Put these things back!" he shouted to the entire group. "We"re here to help help these people, not steal from them! They are our brothers and sisters, our mothers and fathers. I"ll let you off this once, but spread the word that if you or anyone else goes looting, I"ll have you strung up and whipped as the thieves you are!" Saphira growled, emphasizing his point. Under their watchful gaze, the chastened warriors returned the spoils to the marble-clad mansion. these people, not steal from them! They are our brothers and sisters, our mothers and fathers. I"ll let you off this once, but spread the word that if you or anyone else goes looting, I"ll have you strung up and whipped as the thieves you are!" Saphira growled, emphasizing his point. Under their watchful gaze, the chastened warriors returned the spoils to the marble-clad mansion.
Now, Eragon said to Saphira, Eragon said to Saphira, maybe we can maybe we can- "Shadeslayer! Shadeslayer!" shouted a man, running toward them from deeper within the city. His arms and armor identified him as one of the Varden.
Eragon tightened his grip on Brisingr. "What?"
"We need your help, Shadeslayer. And yours too, Saphira!"
They followed the warrior through Feinster until they arrived at a large stone building. Several dozen Varden sat hunched behind a low wall in front of the building. They appeared relieved to see Eragon and Saphira.
"Stay back!" said one of the Varden, gesturing. "There"s a whole group of soldiers inside, and they have bows aimed at us."
Eragon and Saphira halted just out of sight of the building. The warrior who had brought them said, "We can"t get at them. The doors and windows are blocked, and they shoot at us if we try to chop our way in."
Eragon looked at Saphira. Shall I, or shall you? Shall I, or shall you?
I"ll attend to it, she said, and jumped into the air with a rush of spreading wings. she said, and jumped into the air with a rush of spreading wings.
The building shook, windows shattering, as Saphira landed on the roof. Eragon and the other warriors watched with awe as she fit the tips of her claws into the mortared grooves between the stones and, snarling from the effort, tore the building apart until she exposed the terrified soldiers, whom she killed like a terrier kills rats.
When Saphira returned to Eragon"s side, the Varden edged away from her, clearly frightened by her display of ferocity. She ignored them and began licking her paws, cleaning the gore from her scales.
Have I ever told you how glad I am we"re not enemies? Eragon asked. Eragon asked.
No, but it"s very sweet of you.
Throughout the city, the soldiers fought with a tenacity that impressed Eragon; they gave ground only when forced and made every attempt to slow the Varden"s advance. Because of their determined resistance, the Varden did not arrive at the western side of the city, where the keep stood, until the first faint light of dawn began to spread across the sky.
The keep was an imposing structure. It was tall and square and adorned with numerous towers of differing height. The roof was made of slate, so attackers could not set it on fire. In front of the keep was a large courtyard-in which were several low outbuildings and a row of four catapults-and encircling the lot was a thick curtain wall interspersed with smaller towers of its own. Hundreds of soldiers manned the battlements and hundreds more teemed within the courtyard. The only way to enter the courtyard on the ground was through a wide, arched pa.s.sageway in the curtain wall, which was closed off by both an iron portcullis and a set of thick oaken doors.
Several thousand of the Varden stood pressed against the curtain wall, striving to break through the portcullis with the battering ram they had brought from the main gate of the city or else to surmount the walls with grappling hooks and ladders, which the defenders kept pushing away. Flocks of whining arrows arched back and forth over the wall. Neither side seemed to have the advantage.
The gate! said Eragon, pointing. said Eragon, pointing.
Saphira swept down from on high and cleared the parapet above the portcullis with a jet of billowing fire, smoke venting from her nostrils. She dropped onto the top of the wall, jarring Eragon, and said, Go. I"ll see to the catapults before they start lobbing rocks at the Varden Go. I"ll see to the catapults before they start lobbing rocks at the Varden.
Be careful. He lowered himself to the parapet from her back.
It is they they who must be careful! who must be careful! she replied. She snarled at the pikemen gathering around the catapults. Half of them turned and fled inside. she replied. She snarled at the pikemen gathering around the catapults. Half of them turned and fled inside.
The wall was too high for Eragon to comfortably jump to the street below, so Saphira draped her tail over the side and wedged it between two merlons. Eragon sheathed Brisingr, then climbed down, using the spikes on her tail like rungs on a ladder. When he reached the tip, he released his hold and fell the remaining twenty feet. He rolled to lessen the impact as he landed amid the press of Varden.
"Greetings, Shadeslayer," said Blodhgarm, emerging from the crowd, along with the eleven other elves.
"Greetings." Eragon drew Brisingr again. "Why haven"t you already opened the gate for the Varden?"
"The gate is protected by many spells, Shadeslayer. It would require much strength to break and shatter. My companions and I are here to protect you and Saphira, and we cannot fulfill our duty if we exhaust ourselves on other tasks."
Biting back a curse, Eragon said, "Would you rather Saphira and I exhaust ourselves, Blodhgarm? Will that make us safer?"
The elf stared at Eragon for a moment, his yellow eyes inscrutable, then he bowed his head slightly. "We shall open the gate at once, Shadeslayer."
"No, don"t," growled Eragon. "Wait here."
Eragon pushed his way to the front of the Varden and strode toward the lowered portcullis. "Give me room!" he shouted, gesturing at the warriors. The Varden backed away from him, forming an open area twenty feet across. A javelin shot from a ballista glanced off his wards and flew spinning down a side street. Saphira roared from inside the courtyard, and there came the sounds of timbers breaking and of taut rope snapping in twain.
Grasping his sword with both hands, Eragon lifted it overhead and shouted, "Brisingr!" The blade burst into blue fire, and the warriors behind him uttered exclamations of amazement. Eragon stepped forward then and smote one of the crossbars of the portcullis. A blinding flash lit the wall and surrounding buildings as the sword sliced through the thick piece of metal. At the same time, Eragon noticed a sudden increase in his fatigue as Brisingr severed the wards protecting the portcullis. He smiled. As he had hoped, the spells of countermagic with which Rhunon had imbued Brisingr were more than sufficient to defeat the enchantments.
Moving at a quick but steady pace, Eragon cut as large a hole as he could in the portcullis, then stood aside as the loose piece of grating fell flat onto the stones of the street with a discordant clang. He stepped past the grating and walked forward to the oaken doors recessed farther within the curtain wall. He aligned Brisingr with the hairline crack between the two doors, put his weight behind the sword, and pushed the blade through the narrow gap and out the other side. Then he increased the flow of energy to the fire blazing around the blade until it was hot enough to burn its way through the dense wood as easily as a knife cuts through fresh bread. Copious amounts of smoke billowed from around the blade, making his throat sting and his eyes smart.
Eragon worked the sword upward, burning through the immense wooden beam that barred the doors shut from the inside. As soon as he felt the resistance against Brisingr"s blade lessen, he withdrew the sword and extinguished the flame. He wore thick gloves, so he did not shrink from grasping the glowing edges of one door and pulling it open with a mighty heave. The other door also swung outward, seemingly of its own accord, although a moment later, Eragon saw that it was Saphira who had pushed it open; she sat to the right of the entryway, peering at him with sparkling sapphire eyes. Behind her, the four catapults lay in ruins.
Eragon went to stand with Saphira as the Varden poured into the courtyard, filling the air with their clamorous battle-cries. Exhausted by his efforts, Eragon placed a hand over the belt of Beloth the Wise and bolstered his flagging strength with some of the energy he had stored within the twelve diamonds hidden inside the belt. He offered the rest of it to Saphira, who was equally tired, but she declined, saying, Keep it for yourself. You haven"t that much left. Besides, what I really need is a meal and a full night"s sleep Keep it for yourself. You haven"t that much left. Besides, what I really need is a meal and a full night"s sleep.
Eragon leaned against her and allowed his eyelids to drift halfway closed. Soon, Soon, he said. he said. Soon this will all be over Soon this will all be over.
I hope so, she replied. she replied.
Among the warriors who streamed past was Angela, garbed in her strange, f.l.a.n.g.ed armor of green and black and carrying her huthvir, the double-bladed staff weapon of the dwarf priests. The herbalist paused next to Eragon and, with an impish expression, said, "An impressive display, but don"t you think you"re overdoing it a bit?"
"What do you mean?" asked Eragon, frowning.
She lifted an eyebrow. "Come now, was it really necessary to set your sword on fire?"
Eragon"s expression cleared as he understood her objection. He laughed. "Not for the portcullis, no, but I enjoyed it. Besides, I can"t help it. I named the sword Fire Fire in the ancient language, and every time I say the word, the blade flares up like a branch of dry wood in a bonfire." in the ancient language, and every time I say the word, the blade flares up like a branch of dry wood in a bonfire."
"You named your sword Fire?" Angela exclaimed with a note of incredulity. "Fire? What kind of a boring name is that? You might as well name your sword Blazing Blade and be done with it. Fire indeed. Humph. Wouldn"t you rather have a sword called Sheepbiter or Chrysanthemum Cleaver or something else with imagination?"
"I already have one Sheepbiter here," said Eragon, and laid a hand on Saphira. "Why would I need another?"
Angela broke out into a wide smile. "So you"re not entirely devoid of wit after all! There just might be hope for you." And she danced off toward the keep, twirling her double-bladed staff by her side and muttering, "Fire? Bah!"
A soft growl emanated from Saphira, and she said, Be careful whom you call Sheepbiter, Eragon, or you might get bitten yourself Be careful whom you call Sheepbiter, Eragon, or you might get bitten yourself.
Yes, Saphira.
SHADOW OF D DOOM By then, Blodhgarm and his fellow elves had joined Eragon and Saphira in the courtyard, but Eragon ignored them and looked for Arya. When he spotted her, running alongside Jormundur on his charger, Eragon hailed her and brandished his shield to attract her attention.
Arya heeded his call and loped over, her stride as graceful as a gazelle"s. She had acquired a shield, a full-sized helm, and a mail hauberk since they had parted, and the metal of her armor gleamed in the gray half-light that pervaded the city. As she drew to a stop, Eragon said, "Saphira and I are going to enter the keep from above and try to capture Lady Lorana. Do you want to come with us?"
Arya agreed with a terse nod.
Springing from the ground onto one of Saphira"s front legs, Eragon climbed into her saddle. Arya followed his example an instant later and sat close behind him, the links of her hauberk pressing against his back.
Saphira unfurled her velvety wings and took flight, leaving Blodhgarm and the other elves gazing up at her with looks of frustration.
"You should not abandon your guards so lightly," Arya murmured in Eragon"s left ear. She wrapped her sword arm around his waist and held him tightly as Saphira wheeled above the courtyard.
Before Eragon could respond, he felt the touch of Glaedr"s vast mind. For a moment, the city below vanished, and he saw and felt only what Glaedr saw and felt.
Little-stinging-hornet-arrows bounced off his belly as he rose above the scattered wood-caves of the two-legs-round-ears. The air was smooth and firm beneath his wings, perfect for the flying he would need to do. On his back, the saddle rubbed against his scales as Oromis altered his position.
Glaedr flicked his tongue out and tasted the enticing aroma of burnt-wood-cooked-meat-spilled-blood. He had been to this place many times before. In his youth, it had been known by a different name than Gil"ead, and then the only inhabitants had been the somber-laughing-quick-tongued-elves and the friends of elves. His previous visits had always been pleasant, but it pained him to remember the two nest-mates who had died here, slain by the twisted-mind-Forsworn.
The lazy-one-eye-sun hovered just above the horizon. To the north, the big-water-Isenstar was a rippling sheet of polished silver. Below, the herd of pointed-ears commanded by Islanzadi was arrayed around the broken-anthill-city. Their armor glittered like crushed ice. A pall of blue smoke lay over the whole area, thick as cold morning mist.
And from the south, the small-angry-rip-claw-Thorn winged his way toward Gil"ead, bellowing his challenge for all to hear. Morzan-son-Murtagh sat upon his back, and in Murtagh"s right hand, Zar"roc shone as bright as a nail.
Sorrow filled Glaedr as he beheld the two miserable hatchlings. He wished he and Oromis did not have to kill them. Once more, he thought, he thought, dragon must fight dragon and Rider must fight Rider, and all because of that egg-breaker-Galbatorix. dragon must fight dragon and Rider must fight Rider, and all because of that egg-breaker-Galbatorix. His mood grim, Glaedr quickened his flapping and spread his claws in preparation for tearing at his oncoming foes. His mood grim, Glaedr quickened his flapping and spread his claws in preparation for tearing at his oncoming foes.
Eragon"s head whipped on his neck as Saphira lurched to one side and dropped a score of feet before she regained her equilibrium. Did you see that as well? Did you see that as well? she asked. she asked.
I did. Worried, Eragon glanced back at the saddlebags, where Glaedr"s heart of hearts was hidden, and wondered if he and Saphira should try to help Oromis and Glaedr but then rea.s.sured himself with the knowledge that there were numerous spellcasters among the elves. His teachers would not want for a.s.sistance.
"What is wrong?" asked Arya, her voice loud in Eragon"s ear.
Oromis and Glaedr are about to fight Thorn and Murtagh, said Saphira. said Saphira.
Eragon felt Arya stiffen against him. "How do you know?" she asked.
"I"ll explain later. I just hope they don"t get hurt."
"As do I," said Arya.
Saphira flew high above the keep, then floated downward on silent wings and alighted upon the spire of the tallest tower. As Eragon and Arya clambered onto the steep roof, Saphira said, I will meet you in the chamber below. The window here is too small for me I will meet you in the chamber below. The window here is too small for me. And she took off, the gusts from her wings buffeting them.