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Murtagh slumped down onto the cot he lay on, eyes riveted to the scroll lying on his lap. Suddenly, he heard the jangle of metal striking metal as his guards crossed their weapons, then another clamor as they lowered them. The door edged open slowly, and a young woman stepped in.
He looked up, managing to hide his surprise at the lady's poise and dusky skin. She had warm yet guarded brown eyes, and thick, lush brown hair that was bound atop her head by a single blue ribbon. She wore a soft green gown that spilled over onto the ground. A single ruby necklace hung around her slender neck. One hand rested on the bolt of the door and the other, buried in the voluminous folds of her dress.
She stepped in cautiously and he scrambled up quickly. He gave her an appraising glance, and she shifted uneasily, seeming not to notice her discomfort. In a flat voice, he asked,"Who might you be?"
She swallowed slowly, and replied carefully,"I am Nasuada, daughter of Ajihad, and I have come to relay a message to you from my father."
Astonished and somewhat shocked, he raised his eyebrows."Daughter of Ajihad?"
She made a questioning face at him. He frowned slightly, curious to know what had drawn such a great man to love a woman, and explained,"Your father did not seem like one who would practice marriage. What is your message?"
She smiled, revealing longish, glossy white teeth that seemed all the more brighter because of the contrast between them and the sable shade of her skin. In a high, lilting voice, she delivered the message, thus,"He grants permission for you to receive visitors to your cell. Also, whatever books or food you may need, you have but to ask and it will be given to you."
Murtagh paused for a while, imagining the cache of books he could amass in that time, and then replied,"Thank you. Are... Are you going to see Eragon?" He hoped she would say yes. Loneliness was biting at him like a blood-hungry wolf.
Nasuada answered in the affirmative, adding what he had hoped to hear,"Yes. Is there a message that you desire me to give to him?"
Now that he was aware of who she was, he was... unsure of how to act around her. Hoping that his behaviour would not betray his true feelings, he answered a little too quickly,"Could you please ask him to visit me? I... I am afraid that I am actually rather lonely," Blast it, he thought. Too obvious, you fool. She can see through your deception.
She tossed her hair back and smiled again, indulgently,then purred,"I shall convey your message."With that, she turned on her heel and strolled out of the cell.
Everyone's my enemy now, Murtagh reminded himself. Don't trust her too much. I bet she was holding on to a dagger in that dress of hers. Remember, you still don't know if she will return, or if she only came here once her father forced her to.
Awesome! That wasn't too bad, was it? Please, read and review!(Don't reduce me to grovelling...)
