Chapter Two
Just Like Old Times
There was a sword complete with sheath. The blade was an iridescent blue, just like Saphira, thought EragonThe sheath, he noticed, was the same color as the blade. "Thank you," said Eragon.
The elf said, "To replace Zar'roc, just after you left Ellesme'rda the Queen had a vision of someone taking your sword, so she had this one made. Now that we have given you the gift, what are your orders shadeslayer?"
"Protect my cousin dragon and me."
"Yes sir!"
After the elves left the tent, Eragon looked at the sword again. "I dub you skolir or shield!"
Just then Roran came into the tent. "Wow, where did you get the sword?"
"The elves gave it to me, would you like to learn swordsmanship?"
"Why would I need it?"
"If you wish to hunt down the Ra'zac' it will be very useful to be a master of the blade. If you are content I will teach you the form Brom taught me."
"Brom taught you to sword fight! Impossible! He was just a storyteller!"
Eragon scoffed. "Brom was a rider and friend. You see this mark on my palm," said Eragon, "that is the gedwey ignasia or shining palm! Meaning that person has touched a dragon hatchling. Brom had one; just because Morison killed his dragon doesn't mean he wasn't a rider."
Jeod told me that Brom was a rider I didn't believe him then and I don't believe you now.
I would like to be a master of the blade.
