Brom's Last Words
CHAPTER 74
Arya
It was Arya. Wait a minute, Eragon thought to Saphira. Arya is with Nasuada discussing battle plans!
I know, I stationed her there myself, replied Saphira.
What was that, Eragon? Arya asked.
Oh… You heard? We weren't suspecting an eavesdropper, both Eragon and his dragon said, or rather thought, to Arya.
Yes, I heard. I set my consciousness to detect anybody mentioning me telepathically. You are avoiding the question, though. What?
The new Rider looked like Oromis, but I shut down his magic, and he started looking like you.
Magic? The ancient language cannot change what one sees through ones own eyes. Only through scrying can an enemy magician falsify images, Arya stated.
It wasn't the ancient language, it was the Thryprên, Saphira replied.
Thryprên?
Aye. The language of Shades. Eragon and I know it, because when he killed Durza, the language, including all of Durza's memories came to him and me.
Good, you aren't suddenly a shade. The last thing we need around here s a shadow rider. There have been a few in the course of history, you know.
Oh great. The last thing we need is Galbatorix's last egg hatching for a Shade.
"You aren't Arya, just like you weren't Oromis." Eragon told the other Rider. The other rider praised Eragon on his deduction, but shunned him in his battle side. This made Eragon so angry that he used a rock, one of the many stranded about the battlefield, and chucked it over the fake Arya's head, subsequently murmuring "iet kodthr." The Red Rider laughed, but soon the spell came into effect. The rock came sailing back to Eragon's hand, hitting the other Rider squarely in the back. This hurt him enough that he dropped his magic.
