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Oaths sworn It's been only months since Eragon first uttered "brisingr", an ancient language term for fire. Since then, he's not only learned to create magic with words — he's been challenged to his very core. Following the colossal battle against the Empires warriors on the Burning Plains, Eragon and his dragon, Saphira, have narrowly escaped with their lives. Still, there is more adventure at hand for the Rider and his dragon, as Eragon finds himself bound by a tangle of promises he may not be able to keep.
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They advanced with startling swiftness, their movements sharp and jerky like those of an insect. And yet, Eragon still could not sense them or the Lethrblaka.
Are they an illusion too? Eragon would have indulged in more colorful oaths, but it was time for action, not cursing their bad luck. Brom had claimed the Ra'zac were no match for him in broad daylight, and while that might have been true--given that Brom had had decades to invent spells to use against the Ra'zac--Eragon knew that, without the ad vantage of surprise, he, Saphira, and Roran would be hard- pressed to escape with their lives, much less rescue Katrina.
The spell was silly and childish and could cause no conceivable damage if Galbatorix had protected the Ra'zac like the Lethrblaka. Still, Eragon found the attack immensely satisfying. It also distracted the Ra'zac long enough for Eragon to dash over to Roran and press his back against his cousin's.
The amount of force contained within each of the Lethrblaka's terrible blows had already depleted the wards against physical danger that Eragon had placed around Saphira. In return, Saphira had laid open the ribs of one Lethrblaka and had bitten off the last three feet of the other's tail. The Lethrblaka's blood, to Eragon's astonishment, was a metallic blue-green, not unlike the verdigris that forms on aged copper. At the moment, the Lethrblaka had withdrawn from Saphira and were circling her, lunging now and then in order to keep her at bay while they waited for her to tire or until they could kill her with a stab from one of their beaks.
Eragon feared that even if she prevailed, the Lethrblaka would maim her before she slew them. Taking a quick breath, Eragon cast a single spell that contained every one of the twelve techniques of killing that Oromis had taught him. Otherwise, the spell might consume his strength until he died.
It was well he took the precaution. Upon release of the spell, Eragon quickly became aware that the magic was having no effect upon the Lethrblaka, and he abandoned the assault. He had not expected to succeed with the traditional death-words, but he had to try, on the slight chance Galbatorix might have been careless or ignorant when he had placed wards upon the Lethrblaka and their spawn.
Behind him, Roran shouted, "Yah! Eragon realized that his hearing must be improving. The Ra'zac struck again and again, but each time their weapons glanced off Roran's armor or missed his face and limbs by a hairs breadth, no matter how fast they swung their blades.
Roran was too slow to retaliate, but neither could the Ra'zac harm him. They hissed with frustration and spewed a continuous stream of invec tives, which seemed all the more foul because of how the creatures' hard, clacking jaws mangled the language. Eragon smiled.
The cocoon of charms he had spun around Roran had done its job. Everything shivered and went gray around Eragon as the two Lethrblaka shrieked in unison.
The sound reminded him of nothing so much as a pair of children screaming in pain. Then Eragon began to chant as fast as he could without mispronouncing the ancient language.
Each sentence he uttered, and they were legion, contained the potential to deliver instant death, and each death was unique among its fellows. The largest of the two Ra'zac began to edge around Roran, in order to attack Eragon directly. And then, amid the din of steel against steel, and steel against wood, and claws against stone, there came the scrape of a sword sliding through mail, followed by a wet crunch.
Roran yelled, and Eragon felt blood splash across the calf of his right leg. The world seemed to contract around the thin, narrow point; the tip glittered like a shard of crystal, each scratch a thread of quicksilver in the bright light of dawn. He only had time for one more spell before he would have to devote himself to stopping the Ra'zac from inserting the sword between his liver and kidneys.
In desperation, he gave up trying to directly harm the Lethrblaka and instead cried, "Garjzla, letta! Eragon spun the hawthorn staff in his hands and knocked aside the Ra'zac's sword when it was less than an inch from his ribs.
The Ra'zac landed in front of him and jutted out its neck. Eragon recoiled as a short, thick beak appeared from within the depths of its hood.
The chitinous appendage snapped shut just short of his right eye. In a rather detached way, Eragon noticed that the Ra'zac's tongue was barbed and purple and writhed like a headless snake.
Bringing his hands together at the center of the staff, Eragon drove his arms forward, striking the Ra'zac across its hollow chest and throwing the monster back several yards.
It fell upon its hands and knees. Eragon pivoted around Roran, whose left side was slick with blood, and parried the sword of the other Ra'zac. Without pausing, Eragon lunged forward and planted the wooden end of the staff in the Ra'zac's abdomen.
If Eragon had been wielding Zar'roc, he would have killed the Ra'zac then and there. As it was, something cracked inside the Ra'zac, and the creature went rolling across the cave for a dozen or more paces. It immediately popped up again, leaving a smear of blue gore on the uneven rock. He began to mouth the same spell that had proved itself against the Lethrblaka, but the Ra'zac executed high and low slashes before he could utter a syllable.
They did not dent or otherwise mar the enchanted wood. Left, right, up, down. That ability served him well now. He panted, each breath short and quick. Sweat dripped from his brow and gathered at the corners of his eyes, and a layer greased his back and the undersides of his arms. The red haze of battle dimmed his vision and throbbed in response to the convulsions of his heart.
Eragon's own wards were scant. Since he had lavished the bulk of his attention on Saphira and Roran, Eragon's magical defenses soon failed, and the smaller Ra'zac wounded him on the outside of his left knee. The injury was not life-threatening, but it was still serious, for his left leg would no longer support his full weight. Gripping the spike at the bottom, Eragon swung the staff like a club and bashed one Ra'zac upside the head.
The Ra'zac collapsed, but whether it was dead or only unconscious, Eragon could not tell. Advancing upon the remaining Ra'zac, he battered the creature's arms and shoulders and, with a sudden twist, knocked the sword out of its hand. Jumping after the crippled Lethrblaka, which she had just kicked, Saphira sank her teeth into the back of the creature's sinewy neck.
The remaining Lethrblaka did not hesitate. Tackling Saphira, it dug its claws underneath the edges of her scales and pulled her into an uncontrolled tumble.
Together they rolled to the lip of the cave, teetered for a half second, and then dropped out of sight, battling the whole way. Tend to yourself. This one won't escape me. With a start, Eragon whirled around just in time to see the two Ra'zac vanish into the depths of the nearest tunnel, the smaller supporting the larger. Closing his eyes, Eragon located the minds of the prisoners in Helgrind, muttered a burst of the ancient language, then said to Roran, "I sealed off Katrina's cell so the Ra'zac can't use her as a hostage.
Only you and I can open the door now. Eragon probed the wound. Then Eragon healed his own wound: the gash on his left knee. Finished, he straightened and glanced in the direction that Saphira had gone. His connection with her was fading as she chased the Lethrblaka toward Leona Lake. He yearned to help her but knew that, for the time being, she would have to fend for herself. He moved slowly in order that his footsteps would not echo in the winding shaft.
When he hap pened to touch a rock to steady himself, he found it coated in slime.
After a score of yards, several folds and twists in the passageway hid the main cavern and plunged them into a gloom so profound, even Eragon found it impossible to see. They'll just hide until we leave. We have to kill them while we have the chance. Hold on to my belt, follow me, and be ready to duck. A current of air tickled Eragon's skin, then paused and reversed itself as pressure from the outside waxed and waned. The cycle repeated itself at inconsistent intervals, creating invisible eddies that brushed against him like fountains of roiling water.
He also heard the grind of pea- sized gravel crushed underneath the soles of his boots. A long, eerie moan wavered somewhere far ahead of them. Of smells, none were new: sweat, blood, damp, and mold. Step by step, Eragon led the way as they burrowed farther into the bowels of Helgrind.
The tunnel slanted downward and often split or turned, so that Eragon would have soon been lost if he had not been able to use Katrina's mind as a reference point. He paused. She had escaped additional injury, which relieved him. And the Lethrblaka? Floating belly- up in Leona Lake. They were rowing toward Dras- Leona when I last saw them.
Well, it can't be helped. And keep an eye out for the Ra'zac. They may try to slip past us and escape Helgrind through the entrance we used. They probably have a bolt-hole at ground level. Probably, but I don't think they'll run quite yet.
We can't risk letting her out until the Ra'zac are dead or gone. What if they won't reveal themselves until we do let her out? For some reason, I can't sense them. They could hide from me until doomsday in here.
So do we wait for who knows how long, or do we free Katrina while we still have the chance?
Roran was quiet for a second. Let's free her, then. Eragon had to devote most of his attention to his footing in order to maintain his balance. He recoiled against the wall, shoving Roran back. The thin trench burned as if cauterized.
The sudden blaze dazzled Eragon, but it did more than that to the lone Ra'zac in front of him; the creature dropped its bow, covered its hooded face, and screamed high and shrill.
A similar screech told Eragon that the second Ra'zac was behind them. Eragon pivoted just in time to see Roran charge the other Ra'zac, hammer held high. The disoriented monster stumbled backward but was too slow. The hammer fell. He struck again. In the merciless ruby glare, the spreading pool of blood appeared purple.