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Murtagh walked across the well-known castle corridors heading for his chambers. He was wearing his usual black robes, the red color from his sword stood out. He wasn't paying much attention of his surroundings; thinking about the last mission Galbatorix had assigned him. A small town near Surda has started a rebellion, and Galbatorix had forced him to command the army that crushed the town. There were no survivors, for Galbatorix's orders had been clear: kill everybody there. As much as Murtagh hated the mission Galbatorix had forced him to obey by using his real name, and then torturing him and Thorn. As he thought of all the lives he was forced to take he bumped into something, or better said someone. "I'm so sorry sir" he heard a soft voice say as he lost his trail of thought and became aware of his surroundings again. He looked down and saw a girl; her clothes were dirty and broken in some parts, she had her eyes closed as if expecting a blow. She must be a slave. He thought, for he knew there were many working in the castle and they were mistreated frequently. "Don't worry" he said, "it was my fault", and he placed his hands on her shoulders, she cringed as his hands touched her. It took a moment for her to finally relax and open her eyes. They were big and honey-colored, covered by think lashes. He saw the fear in her eyes as she realized who she has crashed into. "I am very sorry, it was an accident!" she said terrified, and again she braced herself. "It was not your fault, I wasn't paying much attention" said Murtagh as he tried to calm her. "I promise it won't happen again, sir" she said and then walked away.
As Murtagh lay in his bed, he could only think of her eyes, they bore into his soul in a way nothing has ever done before. It's so strange, he said to Thorn, who laid in a bed close by. I have never felt anything like it before. A puff of smoke went out of Thorn's nostrils as he snorted. You didn't see her! Murtagh exclaimed to Thorn. Yes I have, and like a million times in the last hour. I just can't understand how she dazzled you when you only saw her for a few seconds, Thorn said. I know it seems silly, and sounds strange. I have to see her again, and maybe talk to her, Murtagh said as he stared into the ceiling. After a while of just lying there; he got up and got ready for dinner. He didn't like dinner for it always consisted of foolish lords and ladies who did not have anything interesting to talk about. Once he was ready he stepped out of his room and walked down the long hallways and the long stairs, until he finally emerged into the dinning room.
"Well, it was about time," Lady Falima said. She was a few years older than Murtagh, and even though beauty was not one of her qualities she was known for charming many lords, in fact she had tried to charm Murtagh to no success. "We were starting to worry you would not join us for dinner," she stated. "You know I cannot do that" said Murtagh flatly, for Galbatorix insisted that he presented himself for dinner everyday. Lady Falima understood right away that Murtagh was not in the mood for talking, he normally wasn't in a good mood when he returned from missions that Galbatorix forced him to go, especially those when he had to leave Thorn behind. After that, the meal was served and everybody started eating; all the ladies talked about dresses, laces and some other trivialities while the lords discussed issues which were not of Murtagh's interest. He could only stop to think and envy Eragon, for he was able to be with Saphira as much as he liked, eat with her, and fly around freely; a privilege Murtagh didn't have. If only our mother would have taken me with her as well… Murtagh was thinking when Lady Falima addressed him again. "You seem awfully quiet, are you feeling well?" "I'm fine, just tired I just got back from a mission today," Murtagh answered. "Murtagh did you by any chance run into a slave today by your room?" she asked, intent on keeping him talking. "How do you know?" he asked perplexed, he had not seen anyone watching him when he ran into the girl. "My new slave got lost, she is quite clumsy, and I found her wandering around your room. She was quite frightened and since Galbatorix wasn't around I assumed it was you who she has run into." She stated, "I had never met such a clumsy girl, but she fixes my hair beautifully." "She did that?" another lady asked her, and they started talking again of things Murtagh took no interest what so ever in. Now I know who she works for, it was ironical how that small piece of information filled Murtagh with joy.
He excused himself to his room early that night, saying that he was too tired from the mission. Once in his room he talked to Thorn about the mission, how it has been and how much he loathed doing things like that. He shared his thoughts about the freedom Eragon and Saphira had. I promise we will escape from here, and once we do, nothing and nobody will stop us from enjoying our freedom. Murtagh said to Thorn. I will do everything in my power to break free from this prison, Thorn promised Murtagh. They fell asleep; their dreams were of flying all around Alagaesia, completely free to do as they wanted. Murtagh also dreamt of the slave girl and her big honey eyes.
