Eragon contacted the elves as Saphira took flight.

'Do not follow us or ask what happened. What we were told by Murtagh we will learn of its' truth on our own.' Eragon said.

'Be careful in this quest, Eragon Shadelsayer, for you tend to get yourself in trouble whenever you take on a quest.' Replied one of the elves.

'He will be, else he has to answer to me.' Stated Saphira.

'Of course, Firetongue.' Came the reply. 'We shall let you two learn what you wish on your own, but if you need help, we are here.' The elf broke the contact.

Saphira landed in the space the Varden had cleared for her and walked to Eragons tent, in which Gleadrs' Elundarí was hidden. When she lay down in front of the tent Eragon slid out of his saddle and walked into the tent, Saphiras head followed him in. Kneeling down beside his cot he reached into the pack he kept under it and pulled out what appeared to be a golden orb, Gleadr. Moving his cot into the center of the tent so that Saphira could touch it with the tip of her snout, Eragon gently set Gleadr on the cot.

"Gleadr, will you speak with us?" Eragon asked, his hand resting on top of the golden orb.

'What is it you wish, Eragon Finiarel?' replied Gleadr, his voice sounding a bit weaker than it used to, but the feeling of his mind remained the same, if not a little sadder.

"Ebrithil, Murtagh just came to speak with Saphira and I, and what he claims worries us." Eragon paused, not knowing how to continue with what he believed a lie.

'What does the son of Morzan claim, young rider?'

"Well, master, he claims that Ayiana and Kveykva betrayed the riders, not Galbatorix. He also told us that she alone killed 15 riders."

'I can tell you what I know, but compared to what you ask for I know very little.'

'Any true information at all is well welcomed.' Saphira said.

'Very well, I shall tell you what I know, but you will need to go to Ayiana and Kveykva for the whole story.'

"We just wish to know if she is a traitor or not."

'A traitor, that she is not.' Gleadr said, almost defensivly.

Eragon breathed a sigh of relief. "Then she didn't kill those 15 riders." He said.

'I never said that. Eragon, she is one of the oldest riders, there was nothing that any rider did that she didn't know about, and because of that not many believed her when she warned us about Galbatorix. Eragon, you gave up your old farm life when you became a rider, but you still have your good reputation. Hold onto that tightly, for Galbatorix will try to change it into a nasty one, as in the case of Ayiana.'

"What do you mean?"

'Eragon, she gave her reputation of being the kindest rider, one that would never kill anyone, no matter the circumstances, when she fought against Galbatorix. How many of the wrdfel were there?'

"Thirteen." Eragon said, looking at Gleadr as if he was joking by asking that question.

'No, there was 28 total, but only thirteen lived long enough to fight behind Galbatorix in open combat. Ayiana and Kveykva killed the other 15 in order to try and save us from Galbatorix.' Gleadr replied.

Saphira closed her eyes as she said, 'She gave her reputation of being the best rider up for one that told everyone that she would kill them the first chance she had.'

"A false reputation." Eragon muttered.

'Once a reputation is lost it can never be regained. She gave up her entire life Eragon, just so the other riders would have a chance to kill Galbatorix and survive. But it seems like her sacrifice was in vain.'

Eragon leaned back a little bit, unsure whom to believe. 'If I am to trust either Murtagh or Gleadr, I'll throw my trust to Gleadr.' He told Saphira.

'A wise choice.' She replied.

'One last thing before you decide to head off.' Gleadr said. 'Let her bring up this subject on her own. Due to its' complexity it may be a very touchy subject for her to talk about. And think before you speak while talking to her about it. She trusts you, Eragon, for reasons I'll let her explain, but one false move and all that trust is gone, and she'll never trust or even look at you the same after it's gone. Is that all you wanted to know?'

Eragon thought deeply for a moment before saying, "No, master, there is one more thing."

'Well do go on Eragon, your sudden amount of caution over topics now is starting to worry me.' Gleadr said.

"Ayiana contacted us last night and she said something about the Rock of Kuthian being in Leona Lake somewhere. And we were wondering if you know of any ways to check without loosing a large amount of energy."

'Well, if the rock is in Leona Lake I suggest waiting on the search until the Varden or elves capture Dras Leona, to prevent any enemies spotting you during your search. Now when you came to Du Weldenvarden you told Oromis and I that you and Brom went to Dras Leona, by any chance did you and Saphira take a little swim in the waters?'

"Yes, master, but how does that help us?"

'Patience, young one, I wasn't done yet. Now, remember some of the elves you seen at the Agaetí Blödhren, and how they had magically changed their form to better suit their favorite enviroment?'

"Wait, master, I don't know how to change my own form, or if I did manage, how would I turn back?" eragon asked.

'Now that's more like you, Eragon, tons of questions. Let me ehelp you on what words to choose. I would suggest using change, me, to, and then what animal you wish, but alter it to fit what you want, and be sure you keep your ability to speak. This is all the help I can give you both. May your swords stay sharp.'

"And may the satrs watch over you." Eragon and Saphira said to Gleadr in unison before they felt his concious slip back into the safety of his Elundarí.

'Now we know how to find it.' Saphira said.

"But now we need where it is exactly." Eragon finished as he hid Gleadr and placed his cot back where it was. "But it is now late and let us rest. Good night, Saphira."

'Good night, little one.'

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