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Chapter Eight

Nox watched anxiously as Elita fought to say what it was. He pulled his lip nervously. He shouldn't do it. Communicating with mortals was bad. But, she needed help badly. Drake was gone, off on his hunts. Ziarre was somewhere. Horus was busy making sure the sun was in line. The sun seemed to lack behind when Horus wasn't there to guide it. Shoney was sleeping, like the great lazy git he was. He looked around. No one would notice. He quickly rubbed his hands. He had to this fast.

Elita blinked. Her eyes were dry and she could not bring tears to her eyes but sobs managed to come out fine. Lamboni had told her not to tell. She couldn't tell. It was his dying wish for heaven's sake! But, then again, her Master wanted to know. She couldn't lie to him. But she couldn't disobey Lamboni either. She gave a shaky breath. Lamboni would understand. Wouldn't he?

"I...I... Master Flanders was an elf. I harbored all of his secrets and he made sure no one could penetrate my mind to get those valuable secrets. It was his dying wish that no one knew his secrets. I am bound to life to that. I am sorry, Master. It was nothing of importance. You would have been utterly disappointed if you have found out what the beast was." Elita said. Something made her not gasp or grab her lips. Lies like thick poison had just spilled out of her mouth! She had never lied before. Lying could cost her the most pain in her life with Master Flanders. Chip had it happen to him all the time. She finally glanced up at Eragon but he was not faced at her but at Ayra and Saphira.

"That would explain why, Eragon. Elderly elves would have that powerful magic that Saphira, you, or me could not penetrate." Ayra told him solemnly. Saphira started to say something but Elita made sure she did not here it.

Eragon slowly turned back to her. His eyes were soft and held sadness in them. "Very well, Elita. We will no longer search your mind for now. But I cannot promise you that it will happen again. Because it will most likely happen again before you get into the Varden." Eragon told her, resting a hand on her shoulder. He smiled. Relief filled Elita so much that she started crying once again, tears now leaking out of the sides of her eyes.

"T..t..thank you, Master! Thank you so much for forgiving me!" She sobbed, falling down on her belly and grabbing his ankles. Eragon wobbled to keep his balance at the sudden grab. She started kissing his dirty boots. A sickening, nausea feeling tore into him. If that had happened with Mr. Flanders, things might not had ended all happy. He picked up Elita and she stiffened at once, her eyes wide with fear.

"What's wrong? Have I hurt you?" Eragon asked quickly, about to set her down. Elita shook her head.

"Are you going to throw me?" She asked wearily, closing her eyes. Anger shook every fiber in Eragon's body. How on earth could a elf be so horrible to a good person like Elita!

Because he thinks that she is his inferior. Saphira answered sadly. Eragon had to bitterly accept that.

"No, Elita. I'm never going to throw you." Eragon said softly, hugging Elita. Elita who was stiff at first slowly relaxed, hugging him awkwardly back. Too soon, Eragon had to call it quits. She just smelled so badly. He wondered when the last time she had a bath.

"Okay, lets fix us some dinner because I am starving." Murtagh suddenly said, rubbing his stomach. Eragon sat up and joined Murtagh and Elita in making the dinner soup.

The soup was quite good, unlike Eragon thought it was. Elita had assured them that they would like it, since she had been making it since she was five. Ayra had fought with Eragon but, in the end, Eragon won so Ayra had to sit and wait for dinner to be served. "Well, Saphira found a nice pond not to far away. We can all take baths. Ayra and Elita can go first." Eragon said, trying not to smile and Ayra's frantic pointing at Elita to go first. Murtagh shoved a piece a bread in his mouth to stop from laughing.

"Come on." Ayra said, jumping up quickly and grabbing Elita's hand.

Elita stumbled after her, then arriving at a large pond. It was a good size pond with crystal clear water. Fish darted in and out of sight. "But, I don't have anything to wear afterwards." Elita finally spat out. Ayra stared at Elita's dirty dress. She was right. Nothing could clean that dress. Not even magic. "We have to put on new clothes after a bath. I don't have any." She said. Ayra smiled.

Eragon looked up as Ayra came back. "Do you have an extra shirt that Elita can use as a new dress?" Ayra asked. Eragon bit back a laugh. Her dress was quite dirty. He gave her a brown shirt and watched her run off quickly. Saphira snorted loudly at what Eragon was thinking. Eragon shook his head at his dragon and continued the conversation with Murtagh.

"Okay, take it everything off." Ayra said, setting down a large shirt and some soap down. Elita blinked up at Ayra. Ayra quickly got the message and turned around. Elita pulled the dress off, with difficulty. Her undergarments were quite clean. Elita went into pond, shivering. Ayra took off her clothes and joined Elita in the pond, handing her most of the soap. "Scrub everything. After you are done, tell me and I'll make sure you're clean." Ayra said, taking the rest of the soap. Elita slowly began to scrub her arm. She hated baths. They hurt so much.

A couple hours later, Ayra returned with a red skinned Elita. She actually smelled good for once in her life. Eragon noticed that her hair was actually kind of curly and wavy. He never knew that when her hair was so greasy it stuck together. Murtagh and Eragon left only to come back quickly. Eragon began to pull out the sleeping rolls. When he laid one down next to Elita, she looked up with him with such gratification. "I get one too?" She asked incredulously, ready to fall on top of it.

"Of course, Elita. When you travel with us, you get everything that we get." Eragon said softly, smiling. Elita collapsed on the roll and snuggled right into it. She quickly fell asleep.

Eragon snuggled right next to Saphira. Tears were stinging his eyes. What is wrong, little one? Saphira asked, curving her head to Eragon.

He pulled himself on his elbow. I thought I had it bad. My mother giving me to my Uncle. But, I was wrong. Elita has it way worse. Eragon said slowly, blinking his unshed tears away. Saphira glanced at the slumbering Elita.

But do not worry, Eragon. We are doing something to improve her life. She is getting things she could never get. We just have to work at that. We can not change the past, we can only hope to improve the future. Now, stop being troubled by these thoughts and rest. Saphira said, rubbing her nose against Eragon's ribs. He patted her nose then curled against her closing his eyes. Soon, his breathing deepened and he fell asleep. Saphira turned and watched Elita. Her arms were up over her head. Something silver flashed on her palm as she brought her hands down and turned. Saphira blinked. It kind of looked like the… no it couldn't be.

Saphira shook her massive head. It was impossible. She did not have a dragon egg or a dragon. Saphira curled up and tried to get to sleep but many thoughts crowded her mind. One in interest. What was in that pack of hers?

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