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Chapter 4

Saphira slowly hobbled through the tree's, clutching Eragon as gently as she could in her left foreleg. She was looking for one person, only one. She was looking for Roran. He would be able to tend to Eragon while she herself went to find a decent place for the two of them to stay, far removed from the place of the elves. At the moment she couldn't stay in their cities. She was quickly getting weary of carrying Eragon in the manner she was currently doing. It was difficult but she had no other means of doing so. She might accidentally kill him if she tried carrying him in her teeth. Soon see had passed through the center of the city and past the black smith. Saphira noticed that the blacksmith had mounted the sword, Brisingr on the wall above the fire. Saphira would asked Roran to get and if he couldn't then she would. The forest path seemed to conspire against her, seeming to grow longer as she walked down it. It soon felt like she had walked hours, though it had only been minutes. Her leg felt as though it was on fire, and the temptation to place it on the ground was quickly becoming overwhelming. At long last she saw a welcome sight. Katrina was sitting outside in the brisk morning air, gently rocking her son as the babe cried.

The sight made Saphira both extremely happy and also deeply saddened. She knew why it was that she was sad but there was no helping her desire for young of her own. Katrina initially looked pleased to see Saphira but when she saw that she was carrying Eragon's limp frame in her claws she immediately called for Roran. In less than a minute, Roran came running from the house has hammer in one hand and shield in the other. "What....What's wrong?!" Katrina looked at him sternly from her chair and said as quietly as she could while still being heard over her child's balling. "Will you drop that rubbish and help Saphira, she's rescued Eragon." Roran quickly looked at Saphira and upon seeing the unconscious Eragon, he threw his weapon and shield in a pile on the ground with a loud clang and ran to help. Saphira gently laid Eragon on the ground and looked on as Roran picked him up and sprinted towards the house, muscling the door open with loud bangs and much cursing. "I swear that husband of mine never listens when it comes to that simple request, be quite." Katrina continued to rock her child, whispering gently to him in an attempt to get him to calm down.

Saphira looked on helplessly, she could not go in to the house and help with Eragon, nor could she quieten the baby. Both tasks would be welcome things to distract her from her sadness but as it was her size made such things impossible. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. She had often seen mothers singing to their young to calm them. She asked Katrina gently, "Katrina, have you tried singing to him. I've seen other mothers doing so to calm their young." Katrina looked sadly at Saphira and responded in a weary sort of way, "I know mothers do. But my mother died before she could ever teach me any and I never bothered to ask the other women of Carvahall for some either. I guess I'll just have to let him cry himself to sleep." Saphira looked at the baby and slowly asked Katrina in a carefully controlled voice, "Katrina, would you mind if I tried?" Katrina didn't answer immediately, it was her child after all not Saphira's and therefore she felt it was her responsibility to help her son sleep. She was also afraid that Saphira's dragonish voice might frighten the child.

She decided to tell Saphira of her concerns and as she finished telling her about her worries Saphira responded in a certain tone, "I understand your worries of upsetting the child more, but a dragoness possess two voices, one that they use most often, which you have heard, and another meant for conversing with extremely frightened individuals, like children. We also use it to appear more feminine than we look." Katrina laughed at this last comment. It was always easy to imagine Saphira as feminine but to her her actually voice such a thing was amusing. She trusted that Saphira was being honest when she said in a resigned way, "Very well Saphira, since little Garrow here has been up since the crack of dawn, I'll accept any help. Sing him your lullaby." Saphira gave a dragoness's warm smile and slowly stretched her mind to the child. The mind was small and fragile, as if one wrong thought would destroy the babe's mind. She carefully worked through his tightened defenses. Fear was a powerful barrier even in a small child. Her mind seemed to slip in unnoticed and when she was comfortable that she was wrapped around his mind and imagination alike she spoke softly in her cool female voice.

"Peace child, don't be afraid. There is nothing to be afraid of. Let my voice sing to you." The young mind focused as only a child could on her voice. She softly began to sing to the child, "In glens and glades, far away, where the wind gathers and blows. There awaits in this magical land a mountain of old, glistening like water in light. Upon this mountain a mother lives, strong and powerful, the mountain is her home. Children play beneath her gaze, her love shared for all of them. Soon the time comes to feel the wind upon her face. She stands alone in the winds of old and breathes deep the smell of spring. Far bellow the world of old, a blanket of stone that flows like water. From high above she lives, with the winds of old." The song was more of a poem, it did have more verses to it but for the moment this single verse was all that was needed. It was a dragoness's song, one that she'd sing to her own young. She didn't know how she knew it but it had its desired effect. They child's mind relaxed more and more as she repeated the song to the child. While she sang she provided images and visions of what it would look like. By the third time she started she felt Katrina pull at her mind. Saphira slowly pulled away from the child's mind and soon she was looking at Katrina.

The child was gently sleeping in Katrina's arms. Katrina smiled at Saphira and whispered, "Thank you Saphira. I greatly appreciate your help." Saphira smiled gently, little did Katrina know that she had given Saphira a true gift. She had inadvertently allowed Saphira to experience a small portion of motherhood, even if it hadn't been her own child. Roran came out from the house and spoke to Saphira mentally, "Saphira, I'm glad to see that you managed to get Eragon out of that tree. I am curious to know why he acted the way he did but for the moment I think you might want to go and hunt. I don't know how long its been since you last ate but I'm sure your going to need food soon." Saphira's stomach choose that moment to rumble enormously, loud enough that Saphira was afraid that it would wake Garrow. But the child simply pulled closer against Katrina. Saphira dipped her head slowly, showing that she understood. She was anxious to stay close to Eragon but she was realistic enough to know that she needed food if she was going to be awake when Eragon came to.

She turned slowly and spoke to Roran, "When Eragon wakes up tell him to contact me. When he does I'll be back as fast as I can." Roran nodded and said in a hesitant voice, "And what should I do if he feels that he shouldn't be allowed to do so?" Saphira's answer was simple. She would feel him awaken even if he didn't contact her, and if he didn't contact her, she'd show him exactly what the ground looks like from under her belly. As she took of into the sky she told Roran what to do, "If he doesn't contact me for any reason other than he doesn't wake up, tell him that when I get back I'll show him a view of the ground from my claws." Roran snorted slightly at the thought of Eragon being carried through the air in Saphira's claws, he'd probably be screaming. Before Saphira got too far away he promised to relay her message, then went and retrieved his Hammer and shield from the ground. He then noticed the sleeping child in Katrina's arms and smiled as he said, "I see you finally got the tyke asleep." Katrina shook her head slowly as she stood to take the child inside and said, "No, Roran. It was Saphira who did that."

Roran looked quizzically after her but felt that he really wasn't all that interested in what had occurred to cause Saphira to help the little one relax. As he started to head back into the house, an elf ran up to him and said in a hurried voice, "Roran-elda her majesty Islanzadi requests an immediate audience." Roran looked sharply at the elf but understood one thing. If the queen was asking an audience with him, it must surely be of great importance. But none the less he had to ask, "Does this have anything to do with Eragon?" The elf shook his head and responded in the ancient language, "No Roran-elda, it has nothing to do with Eragon." Roran knew enough of the ancient language to understand what he said and knew that lying was impossible in the ancient language. So he said turning from his home, "I'm on my way." He didn't know why Islanzadi was calling him but if it didn't have anything to do with Eragon then he was more than happy to see what the elven queen needed. So with that in mind he headed off towards the thrown room at a brisk pace.

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