Chapter 25. Brisinger

When Rhunon and Eragon arrived at her forge she had Eragon build the brick oven to make the sword. As he built it she placed spells over the bricks and set up her tools. "Okay so this is how this will work…My oath will not allow me to make the sword…But as you know there are ways around that…So I will insert myself into her head and use you to make the sword…"

"I don't know…" Eragon replied hesitantly.

"Well I don't need you to know…So what type of sword would you like?"

Eragon smiles there were so many to choose from, then he thought of the Hand and Half sword, "Actually I really liked the Hand and Half sword I found on the burning planes."

Rhunon nods, "Haven't made one of those in a while…Now anything you wish to keep hidden from me in your mind do so now…" While Eragon mentally hid thoughts and memories he did not wish Rhunon to see in his mind she broke a large chunk of ore from the brightsteal. "Alright are you ready…"

"I am…"

Rhunon entered Eragon's mind and practiced moving his arms and legs, ("Eragon relax…")

("Well that is hard…It is very weird to feel my arms moving without my consent…")

After an hour Rhunon got the hang of seeing through Eragon's eyes and working through his body. ("Alright then…Saphira is you please…") Saphira ignited the oven with her fire then Rhunon started working the bellows. After thirty minutes she placed a heap of coals over the ore and began singing in the ancient language through Eragon. ("Eragon you should sing more often you have a lovely voice…") He smiled on the inside at her praise.

Soon the ore melted then Rhunon through Eragon removes all the impurities in the melted metal. Then she takes the mold and pours the liquid metal into the mold. They don't have to wait for the metal to cool or harden because of the spells. "Barzul…"

"What is it?" Eragon asked in concern sensing her frustration.

"Nothing…" She replies throwing the sword back into the oven. "Saphira if you would one more time only on the sword this time…" Saphira blows until she melts the sword again. Then Rhunon pours it back into the mold. When it cooled she lay it on the anvil and had Saphira blow on it as she beat the sword into shape. As Rhunon worked through Eragon she told him the meaning of each spell she used to make the sword.

("Usually I don't use this much magic when making a Rider's sword but we are pressed for time…")

As Rhunon sang she worked on the sword and it took the shape of a weapon of death. A weapon to be used to kill Galbatorix. When Rhunon finished with the sword she took smaller pieces of metal and made the cross guard for the sword. When that was done she removed her mind from Eragon. "Get some rest…I can this part without fear of my oaths…but keep your link with me you will have to pass on this knowledge to future Riders…"

Before taking a nap Eragon scryed the Varden. They were ten miles from the city of Feinster, it was time to leave. ("Eragon…wake up!") Saphira called.

When Eragon came downstairs Rhunon was holding a blue sword, with a sword belt and sheath. The blade was thin near the end in order to pierce through the strongest armor. The grip was made from black hardwood. Lastly, there was a large blue sapphire in the pommel held in place by four ribs, which looked like claws, made from blued brightsteel.

"I have done that which I swore I would not…And I can say with all the pride in the world that this is the finest sword I have ever made…In the days of Vrael a ceremony would be held to present a new Rider with his or her new sword…But I think we can forgo that…All that is needed now for you to name your sword…so I can inscribe with a glyph…"

Eragon looks at Saphira, ("What do you think?")

("You will wield it not me…")

("What of…No that is stupid…") Eragon's next thought causes Saphira to growl, ("Okay I am sorry…")

"May I make a suggestion…" Rhunon said speaking up, "Consider all your accomplishments and then name your sword…"

Eragon smiles remembering all his adventures, he even considered naming his sword after his mother. Selene, but his mind kept going back to the first time he used magic. He smiled, "I have it…I name thee Brisingr…"

Rhunon smiles placing the glyph on the bottom of the blade near the cross guard and then on the scabbard. Then she hands Eragon the sword, "A good name for a sword…"

"Brisimgr…" When Eragon says the name the blade bursts into flame. He yelps dropping it and Saphira growls.

Rhunon narrows her eyes and bends down to pick it up. She twists her lips because the sword will not move. She looks at Eragon, "This is no time for games…"

"What are you talking about…" He asks confused as she tries to pick up the sword again, but it will not move no matter how hard she pulls. Then Eragon bends down to pick up the sword and he does. He stabs the blade into the ground gestures his hands. "Go ahead…I am not doing anything…" Rhunon tries to pull the sword out of the ground and still it does not move.

Eragon takes up Brisingr, "Say the name again only do it in the common tongue…"

"Fire…" Nothing happens, "Brisingr…" The sword bursts into flames again drawing energy from Eragon. "The fire is drawing its strength from me…" He says as the flames leap across the blade.

"That is very interesting…" Rhunon says, "I believe since you were involved with making the sword that part of your essence lives in the sword…and perhaps Brisingr is the real name of your sword and part of your true name…You have a powerful sword Shadeslayer…A sword only you can wield…"

Eragon hugs Rhunon, "Thank you…"

"Thank me by killing that oathbreaker…"

Eragon and Saphira leaves Rhunon's forge and packs to leave Ellesmera.