Chapter 12.2
I step back and blink as Tamli rises to his feet and jumps in front of Saphira. A few moments ago, he was unconscious, but now he has saved this dragon from my attack. I guess that he wanted to protect her. I don't see why though, I mean she is another person's dragon. He is thrown onto his back and I rush forward. Saphira growls and tries to knock my feet out from under me with her tail but I jump over her before she can catch me off guard.
Master, I cry as I halt before him.
His eyes are closed and his sheath and sword are no where to be found.
His sheath and sword are missing, I growl and turn my eyes to Saphira and Eragon.
Where is Tamli's sword? I ask.
"His sword? I don't know," Eragon answers and Saphira says she doesn't know either.
I growl and turn back to my master.
I shouldn't have let my rage burst forth at Saphira, knowing you would try and save her. I'm sorry, I mutter as I lay down next to him.
Murtagh walks over to me and reveals a diamond incrusted sword held within a leather brown sheath.
You? I ask.
"I found it nearby before we met. I thought it was important so I kept it and until just now I didn't know it was his," Murtagh says, laying down the sword inside its torn leather brown sheath.
It's seen better days, I mutter gazing at the sheath.
Murtagh laughs at my remark and my eyes turn to his.
Careful, I growl. Or I might come after you!
He backs away and I grab Tamli between my forepaws
Come! I command, spreading out my wings and rising onto my back legs.
Eragon and Saphira turn to me.
"We should wait," Eragon says.
No, he will die anyway! I snap. The poison on the blade has already begun to take its toll on him.
Humans never learn, I growl to myself.
Saphira lowers to the ground and Brom is placed on her back by Eragon and Murtagh.
He shall be able to die in peace, she comments before she flies off.