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Ifinete:

"Gaize, ifinete…" gasped Edoc'sil, still clutching her chest. Soon they were back in the clearing; Edoc'sil collapsed to the ground, in a dead faint.

"You…you…ARGH!" cried Eyris, glaring at Eragon reproachfully. "How could you do something like that! God, just look at her! Where's Draumr and Aiedail? I need to get her to the queen…"

"Why the queen?" Eragon asked, still in shock of what he had seen. "She'll be fine."

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. It's just…I wasn't expecting to see that…"

"I know what you mean."

Eyris? Eyris, we're on our way! I saw the entire thing through you. What happened?

Edoc'sil is unconscious, but she'll be alright. She used up too much of her energy when she stopped Eragon from looking at more of the last memory. Do you know what I mean?

Yes. Aiedail is with me. She's pretty angry…actually, that's a huge understatement; she's furious…do you want me to hold her back from Eragon?

Ummm…just make sure she doesn't hurt him too bad.

Okay, then.

"Draumr, Saphira, and Aiedail are coming. They saw everything."

"Okay."

"Draumr says Aiedail is furious, and she's just about ready to rip you limb from limb."

"What!"

"I told Draumr that he should only hold her back enough so that she doesn't hurt you seriously…"

"Hmph…"

"You deserve it."

"No! I don't have time for this! I have to go save Arya!"

"Huh? Is that why you've only been grunting at me? Well, you should know that she's fine, now…sort-of…"

"What do you mean?" Eragon said softly. I could see pain in his eyes.

"It takes time to heal wounds…both mentally and physically. Anyhow, once Aiedail comes, I'm going to have her take Edoc'sil back to her home. And don't go looking for Arya."

"Why? Is that any of your business!"

"You don't need to look. And it is my business. You're…I don't know, but…maybe, maybe you'll see Arya again."

"When?"

"When the time is right."

"You know where she is?"

"Not exactly. She is lost to me, and I can't seem to find her."

The three dragons flew down from the sky, Draumr in between Aiedail and Eragon. If you looked into Aiedail's eyes, anyone could have told that it was taking a lot of self-restraint to keep herself from killing Eragon. She grasped Edoc'sil in her talons, and gently lifted off from the ground.

Eyris leaped onto Draumr's back, and also took off. Saphira turned to Eragon, and said, I am ashamed of you, little one. And then flew off into the sky. Eragon was left on his own to ponder on what Eyris had said.