Day 107
-Morning -- Hav return'd to the Lands round about Carvahall, if my cartograffie is Correct. Though it is no less Dull a corner than twer befoar, it is nys to Awaik without the reek of fish upon me.
-Evening -- Trod in somthing most Foul erlier. The scat (so it seem'd to Be) was of a speshiallie nokshus sort, and Most copious. Odd that their was no Syn found of such a creatur during our erlier eksplorashuns.
Day 109
-Afternoon -- Serjeant Twisselton has gon and got the Doctor in somwhat of a tizzie. Serjeant T. report'd the Finding of traks allej'd to be thoas of a Great Beast, in the forest near to our Camp. Alas their was littl Syn when we all later return'd to the plais, as the Wind has blown most brisk thees sevral days and scatter'd the sno. Given the unfortuenat fait of my boots (Well-play'd I brought a spair set! - the Scat has eaten ryt through the first) Doctor F. is convins'd we hav found a creatur unnoan to the Royal Akademie. It is good to see his Spirits rais'd again; I onlie hoap they ar not dash'd in the end.
-Nytfall -- The eksytment has consuem'd even Pryvat Pinchnikel. As he search'd for moar Signs of the beast, Doctor F. caim upon a lim of a Tree which had been mark't quyt deeplie. I opyn'd the marks wer mayhap thoas of a bear, as som ar noan to clym the trees of our Forests. Doctor F. has said this is not lyklie though, as their ar few bears hearabout, and ar not Wont to hang upsyd-down fifteen feet up an oak in anie cais. Pryvat P. has advans't the ydea of a Dragon. Clearlie the boy's mynd has been Captur'd by the local tails of thees Dragon Ryders. I shall hav to giv him a few Words to settl this rampant imagining.
Day 110
BLOODIE HELL THER IS A DRAGON ABOUT THE PLAIS
-Morning -- Alas, the Ink and Quill ar not forgiving to the impasshon'd dyarist. I myt onlie plead the abov was writ in a stait of Great eksytment on my part. I had risen erlie to anser the Natural Summons, and whyl about my bisness a flying beast of som great Syz caim to land a meer few yards distant. At wuns I sought for a plais of saiftie from which the Beast myt be observ'd, but the creatur had maid good its hyding most quiklie. Upon my returning to the Camp, Doctor F. was all for pursuing after it; however I feel it best to maik for Carvahall and see to our Supplys. As I maid to point out, such a thing will shurlie remain about the plais and we ar better serv'd to taik up the chais fresh and rested.
Day 112
-Midday -- Wuns again we ar prepair'd to sallie Forth into the Spyn mountans. Their was a strainj fellow about the Town today. Doctor F. and I wer heading for the Butchers plais when we met him. Dress't head-to-foot in blak, and he spaik as if he had a nasty fluks. It seem'd his master (which he would not Naim) had baid him find a sertan stoan. I thought mayhap it myt be lyk to the stoan which that simplton boy had with him the tym we caim befoar to Carvahall. This news seem'd to spark an Interest from them, but it was clear they wer not Pleas'd when I could not giv the lad's naim. Befoar we parted the Doctor offer'd a poltiss and som leechs from his Kit to aid with the fluks, but the Fellow onlie hisst as lyk a cat. Such a rued reply to an act of kyndness! Their is nothing lyk a good bleeding to restoar the humors, I say.
Som about the town hav said this wun and his fellow ar in serviss to the Emperor Galbatoriks. A pitie he would hav so littl cair for the health of his Men.
-Evening -- Daim Fortuen is with us. The men Spotted the dragon flying with great haist away toward the Spyn. Whyl the good Doctor is most eager to set out, I hav no intent of traveling over the nyt. We will Stryk out at first lyt.
Day 113
-Midday -- A hard morning of travel, even with our Marvelus horses, and now their is a Dilema. I chans't to see the Dragon overhed maiking it seem'd bak to Carvahall. And a ryder clearlie could be seen upon it! Serjeant Twisselton was all for Following after, perhaps eager for a bit of Sport, however Doctor F. has said the Dragons of storie ar wont to lair away from the plaisses of Men. I think it best we carrie on to Find the plais wherin the beast maiks its hoam.
-Nyt -- Suksess! We hav found the Lair of the great beast. By my map it is the plais noat'd erlier wherin the land and Trees wer burnt. At last twould seem we no the caws. Their ar manie traks of the Creatur about and a plais wher it laid down, and blood as well in the Sno. Wether it is that of the Rider or som unlukie soul I cannot say, though we pray tis the former.
Day 114
-Daybraik -- We camp't near to the Clearing and kept watch through the nyt. No syn of the Dragon returning. Mayhap the beast dos not return nytlie, or indeed we ar Misstaiken and this is no Lair at all. Whatever the cais, a return to the Town is our nekst Cours. Now this plais is noan to us, and in easie reach for the horses, better we should gather what loar and nolej their may be from the locals.
-Midday -- Terribl doings ar afoot in this land. A farmer the naim of Garro was attak't Moast Brutallie and his hoam burnt squair to the ground. He was saiv'd by a Nefew living with him, a boy call'd Eragon which was also injur'd quyt badlie. Though nun hav said, I can tell the Men ar thinking much as I for what has dun this awful thing.
-Afternoon -- It is as we fear'd. The syt of Garro's farm is Ryf with syn of the dragon. Moar traks and blood as well, lyk that which was found in the woods. Oddlie, the traks which I judj to be the Rider's ar thoas of a bandie-legged man, who walks as if a kikking-ball wer held twikst his nees. Mayhap tis sum unplesant to ryd a dragon bair-bak't.
Day 115
-Lait Morning -- Doctor Fetherstoanhaw and I hav maid discreet enquirings with sertan of the Villajers as to the chans of a Dragon living hearabout. Most hav greet'd the noshun with scorn or braizen laffter, saiv for wun - the storie-teller of the plais, a gray-heded partie calling himself Brom. He maid to dismiss the Ydea until I spaik that we had seen the very Beast ourselvs. At this he turn'd much quyeter and baid us speak no moar of dragons to the Townsfoak. We ar to meet again the morrow, when he has promis't their will be moar to tell.
Day 116
-Midday -- O! for a simpler tym. I fear my hed myt spin away for all the Strainjness of this Alagaesia and its peepls. Our meeting with the graybeard Brom being kept, we hav com to lern the True Fakts of much of what has transpyr'd here. It is com out that the simpl lad which first we met in the Butcher shop is this saim Eragon - and HE is the dragon's keeper! Ye gods abov and below, what Manner of fait would plais such power in the hands of so dull a wit?
It seems our thoughts of the dragon having destroy'd Garro's Farm wer rather wyd of the true Mark. It was insted, Brom thinks, the sicklie fellows in Blak, which he has call'd Razak. I wonder how such could maik so great a devastashun when they can hardlie draw a breth, but the old fellow is quyt sure. For his Saik I will hold my tung on this. Eragon is verie hot to Follow after and taik his venjans upon them. How he thinks to do it nun of us can see. When Brom present'd him a soard - a most Curious blaid it is, too, moar on that below - he could not but hold it off the Erth. If thees Razzak hold the power Brom claims, the lad would be nawt mor than a Greasie spot upon the land should he fais against wun, saying nothing of the Pair.
As to the oddness of this soard, to start it is of a Steel which seems lyk to a rubie-stoan in color. By far the strainjest matter is the syz of the thing. As Brom offer'd it first to Eragon, it seem'd to my ey about a Length of fyv feet all together. I new this to fals, for such a thing would be moar Lyk to cut the wun who carries it than his enemie. Too, it would be far to grait a length to carrie about the waist, as Eragon dos. Seen now, it is closer to three and a porshun feet. I spaik of this to the others and Pryvat Pinchnikel agreed he had seen it also, wher Doctor F. thinks it to remain the longer. How odd that a learned Man of letters could think such, when it clearlie Could not be. Why the soard would be Near unto the boy's own hyt! He dos insist, though, and no word of Ours will sway him.
-Afternoon -- Having spaik with my Fellows, it is desyded we ar to carrie on with the to of Thees as they go. Clearlie their is a fait which they carrie, and this Should be a craking good adventur. As well, Brom nos much of Alagaesia's loar and Historie, and may pruev a valu'd resoars. He claims it is for the saik of loar he Follows Eragon, though I consider it moar he cairs not to leav a dragon in the cair of such a lakwit boy.
Day 117
-Evening -- Such a dull day I hav never noan, and pray I shall not again. Brom and Eragon spent much of the Day talking over dragon-Saddels, and later making wun for the Beast (which is a dragoness, and call'd Safira - such terribl imaginashun they hav in this countrie!) The onlie respit from this drear caim when Brom insisted on the bying of hoarses for the two of them. Eragon carp'd a bit, wanting to ryd faster after the Razzak with Safira, but the old Fellow held firm. Good man, that - a strong hand and a few Good stroppings would have the lad in propper shaip with no tym.
