Aiedail88: :) Thank you. I very much enjoyed writing those parts too. To be honest, orginally when I made up the idea for the story five years ago, when Eldest was published, Blagden was going to be the White Death. Over time it made more sence for Bid'Duam to the White Death.

Alice Prince: Thank you. About Brom, it wouldn't work because the first time Eragon resurected him Brom had just died. When Brom gave his life to Saphira, he acctuly gave his soul to her. Eragon couldn't have resurected Saphira because she was too big. Anyway back to the Brom thing. And so Eragon couldn't bring him back to life unless he had someone to give their soul to Brom.

Two days later Eragon stood leaning on a open window, watching three hundred men bashing the statue of Gailbatorix with seven battering

rams. With a loud crash the statue began to fall to pieces. Eragon was about to call on his power word to stop it, when every piece, big or small,

stopped in mid air. Kaona's upraised hand held all of them in place. Eragon marveled at her skill. Eragon could have effortless moved them, but

that was because magic did not eat on his strength, as it would any ordinary magician. To hold that big of a statue that was in that many pieces

for that long, would take more energy then was in Aren. Also the concentration would have to be flawless, for to be distracted by anything

would cause the spell to let some pieces go. Eragon watched with more interest as Kaona proceeded to move every one of the fragments out of

the city. Eragon turned and walked down the amazing hall way into his room. It was three times larger then the tavern in Carvahall, and his bed

alone took up more space then did his entire house in his old home. He guessed that around fifteen people could sleep in that bed, and never

touch one another. He walked through his room and onto the street outside. He took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. He had took his

armor and had it replaced with a fine linen shirt made from material that the weaver called Night's Blade and Arya named Du silbena rakr, or The

sighing mist. It was light, soft, and comfortable. The elves had transported, by magic, the knotted throne that Izlanzadi had sat upon. It was

Arya's now. He walked past the throne room as quickly as could be managed, for he did not wish to look upon the throne that was now his to sit

on. The knotted throne sat beside his, which a group dwarfs were busy changing, so it didn't look like someone had died in it. Eragon walked out

onto the street and went down the road, looking at Ilirea. He came across many people. Some people of importance, other's merely looking to

be outside, free of the fear of Gailbatorix. Eragon looked up from the street to see Kiaf walking up to him. He handed him several sheets of

paper, saying, "Those the records of the slave trade in the last five years." Eragon took the papers from him and throw them onto the street,

stomping them with a boot. He backed up and pointed at them. "Brisingr." The papers burst into fire. He looked back at Kiaf. "I want ever slave,

regardless of where they are from, set free this minute. Kiaf nodded and held up a lantern, which he ran a cloth over severely times. A guard

tower in the eastern part of Ilirea did the same. "They will be released in the next day, Sire." Eragon nodded and said, "Now, what else did you

need?" Kiaf looked down at a tablet for a moment then said, "Aw, yes. An Urgal wishes to speak with you." Eragon's mind flicked back to when

the Kull had made their alliance with the Varden. "Bring him." Kiaf turned around only to see a Kull, Nar Garzvhog, walked up to them. The Urgal

was followed by three rams, all hulking figures. They stopped in front of Eragon. "Fire sword. As promised, we have helped you defeat the

Empire. Do you recall the condition we spook of to Nightstalker when we made our pack?" Eragon nodded. "I do." Garzvhog raised his chin.

"Then we have come for payment. Where may I take the tribes?" Eragon thought over every bit of land he could give the Urgals. "You may have

the Spine, along with all the lands west of them." Garzvhog lifted his chin again. "That will do." Eragon nodded and said, "However, I have a

favor to ask." Garzvhog waved a hand, signaling him to continue. "I would like to keep human contact with the sea. So then would you agree to

keep the city of Teirm neutral so that we both may have what we want." Garzvhog eyes darkened and he said, "We will allow your kind into that

city, but only that city. If we find human settlements in our lands we have the right to destroy them." Eragon nodded. "Likewise with your kind. If

we find Urgal settlements outside the range of the mountains it is our right to destroy them." Drawing upon his knowledge of the Urgal language

he said, "Ahgrat ukmar." The Urgal smiled, an ugly smile by all accounts, and said, "Ahgrat."

He turned and went into an earth shuddering run. Kiaf looked at Eragon strangely so he asked, "What?" Kiaf shook his head. "When did you

learn to talk in the Urgal dialect?" Eragon shrugged. "When was training in Ellesmera I think." Kiaf shook his head again, and then said, "Here

comes the dwarfs that were working on your throne." Eragon turned to see three dwarfs walking up to him. They all bowed and the first one

said, "Your rising to the throne is prepared, Your Majesty." Eragon nodded, although it was making him anxious. "Kiaf. Go and get Arya, will

you?" Kiaf turned and walked out of the city, towards the elven camp. Eragon saw motion out the corner of his left eye, turned to look, and went

into a ready position. Elva walked towards him, her brown hair falling to the middle of her back. She stopped in front of him and smiled. "Hello,

Eragon." Eragon looked to his right and to his left. The dwarfs were walking back to the castle. "Elva." She stopped and starred at him. "You

know when Trianna caught you in her net like a fish, she had you for what was it? A couple of months?" He only starred at her. She smiled again.

"I've been thinking. Under the Rider's Law isn't it true that they are not aloud to let injustice live?" Eragon nodded. "It is." He could remember

reading that in the Rider's Law. A Rider must not rest while injustice is in the land, and he must do everything in his power to eradicate it. As with the

law of the mates, which Trianna had used to her advantage, he had sworn in the Ancient Language to obey the Law. However, things were

different now. The Ancient Language could not bind. And even if it could, becoming a father, becoming the King of the Empire, would have

changed his identity enough that the oath would not bind him. Eragon, however, kept one portion of the Law well away from his thoughts, for it

would give Elva the same advantage that Trianna had used. In Elva's presence however he forgot about her ability to sense things. Her eyes

brightened and said, "Oh-ho, hello there. What's this?" He felt her mind shifting through his and tried to stop her. But it was as if she wasn't

even in his mind at all, for he could not shove her out. In his mind and out loud she said, "'A rider must not go against this law for whatever reason,

least he seek other ways to do wrong.'" She withdrew from his mind and smiled triumphantly. Eragon just glared at her. Eragon? His namesake

came to his mind, and Eragon saw the image of him lying against Bid'Duam's right front leg. Yes?

What do you think? Eragon 1 put his hands behind his head and seemed to be thinking. I wrote that Law Book Eragon. I did it so that no Riders

were evil in the making. In some ways I failed at that task. Do as Elva says for now, and I'll think of some way to get you out of this mess, since that's

all I seem to do these days. I should have something put together by tomorrow night. His image faded. Eragon opened his eyes to see Elva still

smiling. "Well?" Eragon straightened his back and said, "I will do what you wish, but know this: I am still Arya's mate, and shall always remain

such. You will never have my love, and as soon as I find a way out of this, I will take it." Elva smiled wider and rapped her arms around his head.

"If there's every a way out." She kissed him, long and hard. Her tongue moved over his. If not for his love for Arya he would have been swept up

into the moment and kissed her back. As it was he was discussed at what he was doing. Soon Arya walked into the city, at which point Eragon

shoved Elva away. Arya spotted Eragon and ran over to him. She jumped into his arms and kissed him. "Eragon." Her sweet lips ran over his for

several heartbeats. She leaned back in his arms and said, "Is everything ready for our crowning?" Eragon nodded. "It is." Eragon cast a quick

look at Elva, who was hiding behind a house, watching him. Her first finger of her right hand moved around the hilt of a dagger. Arya looked at

her too. Elva walked around the corner of the house and started to walk to them. She took out her dagger, and was looking at Arya with a look

of disgust. Somewhere he heard a twing! He did not think. He grabbed Arya and shoved her to the ground. Eragon heard a hard thunk as an

arrow imbedded itself inside someone. He looked up and gasped as he saw Elva writhing on the ground, in a pool of her own blood. The arrow

was stuck in her stomach. Eragon jumped up only to hear laughter behind him. He knew that laugh. He turned and looked up at one of the

guard towers. Kroger. "I was aiming for Arya, but Elva will do I guess. Eragon 1's warning came to his mind. Kill the foe before he escapes. Before

Eragon could move at all Kroger jumped backward off the guard tower and out of the city. Eragon started after him. He ran past Kiaf and said,

"Hold the ceremony till later." He ran out of the city and after Kroger. The elf was visible as a wavering shape some five miles ahead of him. They

raced for the sea shore for well over four hours. Eragon was tired and horribly thirsty but he had to catch Kroger. In the next half hour the sea

shore came into view, after they had run over three hundred miles, about a third of which was spent in the deep forest's of the Spine. Kroger

ran like a deer to the dock. NO! Eragon thought as he saw him jump into silver boat that he guessed at been there for three days. Kroger took in

a deep breath and then held out his arms to either side. Without any motion from the paddle's that would usually propel the ship, the silver craft

moved in the water faster then Eragon could get at it.

Kroger was two hundred yards into the water by the time Eragon reached the shore. Over the crash of the waves Eragon heard Kroger yell,

"This isn't over, Eragon! I will have my recompense from you for stealing Arya! We will meet again, I promise you that! And when we do, I WILL

KILL YOU!" Eragon was about to jump into the water when he groaned, realizing that the high tide was coming in. Eragon could have caught the

ship if it were low tide, or even if it were the time when the tides switched, but not at high tide. On top of that the ship Kroger rode in seemed

not to care that it was high tide. It moved through the water effortlessly. Eragon heard on last thing from Kroger. "I WILL BURN YOU!" Then he

was gone.

I thought it was about time Elva.