Chapter 30.2
Well one egg has now hatched. My blackened son, Eon, is now with Vanir. A good future pair if you ask me. Those two will greatly help Alagaesia in years to come. As for now, Tamli and I wait for Glaedr and Oromis. What Murtagh told me on the Burning Plains . . .
Before I leave Thorn's side Murtagh stretches over to tell me something: "Zar'roc should have gone to Morzan's oldest, not his youngest."
Somehow that doesn't seem right. Eragon and Murtagh look nothing alike so how can they be brothers?That thought haunts me as I spot Oromis and Glaedr arrive from the west. The mighty golden dragon lands and allows its elf rider to dismount.
"Tamli and his dragon," Oromis mutters as he gazes over us.
Tamli steps forward.
"I have a question from the both of us . . ."
The remaining part of his sentence is drowned out by the familiar roar of a female dragon. I look up to see Saphira fly past and land in front of where Tamli and I stand.
"Good with Eragon and Saphira here now you may ask your question Tamli," Oromis says.
I believe that Eragon wishes to know the same answer, Glaedr hums.
"Who is my father?" Eragon asks. "It can't be Morzan but yet I . . ."
At that moment I turn and look at Tamli.
Do you know? I ask.
He avoids my gaze as Oromis calms Eragon down from his ranting that Morzan can't be his father.
"You are right about thinking that Morzan isn't you father . . ." Oromis begins.
Because your father is Brom, Glaedr finishes.
I stare in shock and force my way into Tamli's mind.
You KNEW of this? I roar. You knew and didn't think to tell me!
I wanted to but I couldn't. Saphira and I vowed in the ancient language that we wouldn't tell anyone, Tamli mutters. That anyone included you.
Tamli would dare to hide something from me, from his Guardian! It is crazy, absurd, insane! Brom, who was killed by the Ra'zac after leaving Das-Leona, is Eragon's father!