Many thanks for reading. A lot of you beloved readers are curious about Eragon's past. Believe you me, I will reveal it as the story progresses. As for the personality of certain characters, please keep in mind that a hundred years of life can change people drastically.

Yet some traits remain the same, binding them all.

Thanks again,

Regards,

Karldin.

CHAPTER 11

Eragon flew over the skies of Tarnag on Saphira, soothed and relaxed by the beautiful weather that prevailed over the dwarf city. Varda sat behind him, and he could feel her mind broadcast its thoughts to her Dragon Belgabad. The white Dragon managed to fly alongside Saphira but only because Saphira was flying at a pace more suitable for the hatchling.

Little one, I think bringing Varda to see that elf's corpse was too harsh on her. Belgabad tells me she had nightmares yesterday…I believe Laetri had to put her into an enchanted sleep. She is far too young to shoulder the burden of the Riders.

Yet, Saphira, she was chosen. She and Belgabad are maturing fast, and one look at her mind told me she would be able to handle the absolute nature of death. I refuse to coddle my apprentices, or indeed, any Rider.

A wise decision as always. But Eragon, we must remember that Varda is a child and that too just barely,stated Saphira gently. Eragon could understand that well, even he had been greatly pained when they saw the body of Captain Damitha. Seeing elves dead…something cried out within him at the sight. It was as if nature itself was violated terribly, so much had that fey race melded with the earth.

The fact that the unborn child was also killed was a tragedy beyond measure. He could understand evil, but this was a terrible evil that could extinguish such purity and light callously. He could feel Belgabad's mind reaching towards his, and heard his young voice call out:

Ebrithil, why was the two-leg-pointed-ears killed by short-two-legs so easily? I have seen the strength of pointed-ears'; it is great, and I do not think she was overwhelmed without a fight.

A point we have considered deeply, hatchling. Vanir has resolved to find out more, and I have every faith in his capabilities, said Saphira calmly. Belgabad flew slightly faster to drift next to Saphira's head…Eragon could not supress a fond chuckle as he saw the young Dragon. Belgabad was about as big as Saphira's eyelids, a small speck of shining white against a vast expanse of glittering sapphire.

Varda seemed to have noticed the same thing, as she asked Eragon with a downcast expression. "Ebrithil, will Belgabad ever get as big as Saphira-elda?" she asked in a forlorn voice, and one could see her Dragon's worry reflected in her question. Saphira snorted, and a huge azure flame sprouted out of her nostrils and caused Belgabad to veer out of its path frantically.

Eragon patter her small hand in reassurance. He had trained Dusan and Alanna in their childhood, and they had proved to be powerful and virtuous Riders. He smiled as he saw her worried face…younglings, they were a treasure unlike any other.

"Varda, do you wish to see how Saphira looked when she had just hatched for me?" he asked with twinkling eyes. Saphira's protest hammered against his mind, but his smile only grew wider as he showed an eager Varda the one moment he held close to his heart.

The sun's light filtered through a window, filling up the small room quite beautifully. A small sound later, a beautiful Sapphire dragon hopped on to the bedpost to greet the light of the dawn. It was perfect and lovely, and so small, so very small.

Eragon observed Varda's absolute amazement with humour, and Belgabad was staring at his massive counterpart with ill-concealed relief. Varda's eyes grew distant, and Eragon knew she was seeing through Belgabad's eyes.

"But Saphira-elda is…is so large! How could she have ever been that tiny?" protested Varda in a disbelieving tone. This time Saphira joined in Eragon's laughter, both of them remembering their youth.

Young one, all things grow in their time. Belgabad will grow as well, you must not concern yourself about that overmuch said Eragon jovially, but returned to solemnity as Saphira circled back towards Tarnag and began the descent. As they lost height gradually, Eragon could not help but feel slightly out of place in the current situation.

Saphira, I have experienced much and have defeated foes difficult even for Elves. But I do not like being embroiled in intrigue once more…I much prefer my own studies and educating the young ones. Duty is a hard taskmaster indeed.

He felt Saphira's agreement at his thoughts. Saphira was often rash and adventurous as a young Dragon, but now she had changed even as he had. Maybe even along with his sufferings…he noticed that his beautiful blue Dragon took little joy in her old death-defying stunts of flight these days, only performing them as a training exercise or as teaching.

I agree. But we are the Lead Riders, and until our Order grows we cannot retire. Our years are becoming longer, aren't they Eragon?

That they are, my beautiful Dragon. That they are. But we are here now…who knows what other happiness we may find here? he asked rhetorically as Saphira approached the massive main square of Tarnag, casting most of it into Shadows. He took Varda's hand and drifted down gracefully with her in his arms and Belgabad landed next to his still thoughtful young Rider.

Firnen and Sahloknir call for my company, Eragon. This short-two-legs city cannot hold me comfortably, rumbled Saphira as she flew back into the air in a huge cloud of dust. Eragon watched as Saphira rapidly gained altitude and meet the Green and Gold Dragons as they flew over Tarnag. Pride rushed through him as he saw Saphira dwarfing both Firnen and Sahloknir, but still flying with every bit of the grace she possessed a hundred years ago.

I am proud of you as well, Eragon. More so than words can say hummed Saphira as she flew out of sight with her brethren. Eragon basked in the joy for a moment and then began walking towards Undin's halls, with his apprentice and her Dragon following him was a solemnity and mourning in the city that was almost physical, as the few Dwarves there were on the streets wore black and went silently about their work.

As he inclined his head to the dwarves, Varda held his hand tightly as she looked around the city with excited eyes. Belgabad wore a bored look as he flew above them, heeding Eragon's warnings to not drop on anyone. Eragon could feel the hatchling's temptation, though, and resisted asking him to fall on Gannel.

"Ebrithil?" questioned his young apprentice as they strode down the paved street and approached Undin's palace. The dwarven guards bowed low to him, and opened the doors immediately.

"Yes, Varda?"

"Why do the dwarves build things so huge when they are so small? I mean, they are short and a normal door would work for them wouldn't it?" she asked with a thoughtful face. Eragon suppressed a wince as Gannel himself came up to greet them; no doubt he had heard that question. He cleaned his and Varda's footwear with a single spell, not wanting to besmirch the expensive red carpet that adorned the floor.

The dwarves' prosperity was again evident as Eragon only saw large displays of wealth in Undin's halls. Galbatorix's fall had been good for all the races and the dwarves had obviously become wealthy beyond measure.

"An excellent question. Shadeslayer, you have chosen a curious apprentice" boomed Gannel's voice. The priest was unchanged by the years, only developing a few more lines on his face as evidence of his great age. Eragon inclined his head to the Grimstborith, and received a bow in return.

Varda, however, was blushing faintly as Gannel looked at her and chuckled lightly. "Young one, we build such structures for a simple reason…to assure ourselves of our dominance in the larger scheme of things. That we are so slight is a sore point for our race, and we compensate for it with our buildings and works. This trait of ours is consistent throughout history" he admitted openly. Eragon felt a mind trying to contact his, and allowed the contact.

"Really? Ebrithil, can I read Domia abr Wyrda now?" she asked Eragon in a slightly pleading tone. Eragon nodded with a faint smile as he heard Gannel's voice in his mind.

Shadeslayer, I am afraid grave news has reached Laetri Shur'tugal. There is trouble to the east and we have convened a council to discuss this and the matter of Captain Damitha. King Orik and Queen Arya have refused to start without you, so I am here to escort you there.

I will come, Gannel, he responded and decided to return Varda to his quarters. He had refused to let the young Rider out of his sight…she was still far too young to be on her own. I must first ensure the safety of my apprentice.

Thank you, Shadeslayer. We will wait.

…

The assembly rose as Eragon entered the meeting hall of Undin's palace, making towards the throne-like chair that was set aside for him in between in between Arya and Orik. He saw the Grimstborithn of various clans seated around the large circular table, and admired Orik's tact in these situations.

"Welcome, Shadeslayer. Thank you for joining us" greeted Undin. Eragon nodded and seated himself, exchanging glances with Arya and Orik. The assembly took a few moments to settle, and then Laetri stood up fluidly commanding the attention of the room.

"I have just communicated with our Riders in Illirea, and we have received momentous news. The Urgals have spurned any and all offers of peace and King Palencar has seen fit to declare war upon them all" she said calmly, even as the entire assembly broke into shouts. Eragon sighed, this had been inevitable…Palencar seemed like a wise King, and he did have Nuada and the others by his side.

Nuada was accomplished, and Eragon had faith in the Rider to control the outcome of the war. If all else failed, he himself would have to take the field against the Urgals…and he did not want to do that. Orik stood up, banging his fist on the table and shouting for order.

Eventually, the clamour ceased and all the clan-chiefs looked up at their King who was looking at them intently. Laetri and Arya were quietly conversing with each other, and Eragon spoke to Saphira as he felt her surprise at the new development.

"Enough!" shouted Orik, and the room was silent. "Laetri Shur'tugal has my thanks for this vital information, we are in her debt" he said firmly, bowing to Laetri who returned it with one of her own. But Orik continued, intending to bring up the matter they were all here for.

"We have convened first to deal with the murder of Captain Damitha" he stated quietly, and looks of regret, satisfaction and even fear came upon the faces of the chiefs.

"If I may, King Orik" asked Arya in her melodious voice. Eragon saw lust in more than one dwarf's eyes…he knew they could not help it. Arya was just too beautiful and entrancing to react otherwise. She wore a rich blue dress, embroidered with gold and silver that fit her form snugly. Eragon recognized Islanzadi's silver belt around her waist as the Queen stood tall to speak upon Orik's assent.

"Captain Damitha, as you may have known, was extremely important to the Alfakyn" she began quietly, showing no emotions upon her face. "Az Sweldn rak Anhuin, if responsible, may have brought down calamity upon your race. The elf that was killed in your city was the mate of Lord Fiolr…whose first mate was killed in the fall of the Riders"

Eragon could sense fear now, as the gravity of the situation settled on them. Arya leaned forward slightly, and said in a cold voice:

"There is only one solution. Once Vanir finishes his investigations, we will know who is responsible. If it is indeed Az Sweldn rak Anhuin, then I would advise you all not to stand in the way of Elven retribution against the offenders" she warned menacingly.

"You dare accuse mine clan of so foul a deed!" shouted Gornuk, and Eragon beheld the new Grimstborith of Az Sweldn rak Anhuin. He bore a great resemblance to Vermund, the traitor, and was no doubt related to him. Arya looked at him with all the authority of a queen, her ice cold gaze boring into the fuming dwarf.

He flinched slightly, but continued his shouting.

"Why would we commit such a deed? Mine King, not all crime in our nation is a result of Az Sweldn rak Anhuin's actions!" he cried, appealing to Orik who stared at him with a stony face. Iorunn spoke, weighing her words as she addressed Arya.

"Your Majesty" she said to Arya, glancing once at Eragon as he stoically observed the proceedings. "As loath as I am to admit it, Gornuk speaks the truth; there can be no conviction without evidence. But what I wish to know is this…if that clan is proved to be guilty, will that affect the elven attitude towards our race despite our compliance with your demands?"

Arya sighed, turning to Iorunn with a sad look.

"It will. We have long memories, longer even than yours. This heinous crime will not be forgotten, and it will colour our perception of you forevermore" she said softly. Eragon could admire her patience now…even after a tragedy as this she could act objectively.

She has gained her own wisdom, Eragon.

Eragon had to agree, and watched as Gannel looked at Orik, then Gornuk and finally settled his gaze upon Arya. "Let us assume for a moment that Az Sweldn rak Anhuin is convicted" he growled, stopping Gornuk's protests with a raised hand.

"What guarantee do we have that Lord Fiolr's retribution will not spill out to the other clans, the ones not complicit in this dark deed" he questioned Arya in a hard voice. Gornuk could stand this no more, and shouted:

"You would sacrifice your own kind for perceived wrongs, High priest Gannel? Guntera damn you to the void!" shouted Gornuk, his eyes red with anger. Eragon did not look at him, but rather was staring at Arya who looked emotionless but he could feel her anger and vindication. Laetri caught his gaze and nodded to him. He raised his hand and called upon magic to bring order to the pandemonium.

"Quiet" he said in the ancient Language, and the dwarves stared at him with wide eyes as he brought silence upon them forcibly. He met Gornuk's eyes, and the Clan chief sat down mutely unable to bear what he saw in the eyes of the Lead Rider. When silence had descended completely upon the room, Eragon stood up to face them.

"Grimstborith Gannel. I will protect the innocent from unwarranted harm, if necessary…it has ever been my duty and I will not shirk it for any race" he stated quietly, and he could see Gannel's relief at his assurance.

"But" he said, "I will not spare your clan if it was culpable in this horrible murder" he said to Gornuk in a deadly whisper. The clan-chief's eyes went wide with fear at this threat, and the clan-chiefs themselves held their breath. Orik spoke in his deep voice, also looking menacingly at Gornuk.

"Nor will I, Grimstborith. Mine brother has mine thanks for his promise of protection…but you, you will pay for your duplicity. I was lenient with what Vermund had wrought as your clan-chief and I did not declare war. But this dishonour is black, and it will not be allowed to pass" he said in a forceful voice. The Dwarven chiefs watched with wide eyes as Gornuk literally jumped on to the table, kicking aside various refreshments in his blind rage.

"You already have condemned my clan, have you not? HAVE YOU NOT?" he screamed drawing his axe and pointing it at Orik who watched him as one might watch an irritating bug. Guards came rushing into the room and wrested Gornuk away from the room even as he mouthed foul obscenities to his King. Orik banged Volund slightly upon the table, drawing attention.

"Until and unless Ambassador Vanir brings admissible evidence this matter will not be resolved. But the Ambassador has assured me that he will be able to do this before the Vanyali take any action. Do I have your agreement that you will stand with us as we deal with Az Sweldn rak Anhuin?" he asked of the clan-chiefs who responded with a resounding 'aye'.

Eragon snorted sardonically, of course they would join in. The clan-chiefs were still as self-serving as ever and they would certainly grab any chance possible to eliminate another rival. It also helped that Az Sweldn rak Anhuin was hated by all dwarves for breaking the sacred right of guests all those years ago.

"We convene tomorrow to discuss this and the Urgal matter. King Palencar is our ally, and we must be ready to support him and heal our tarnished honour!" said Orik loudly. "This council is adjourned!"

…

Saphira, I do not prefer to fight…but I may be forced to. Even I cannot stomach murder of this heinousness. Laetri has assured us that Az Sweldn rak Anhuin is somehow involved…she swore to me that she could feel edges of guilt and fear leak through Gornuk's mind. Even I could smell the guilt he exuded.

Eragon, it is our duty no matter we like it or not. We chose duty, and duty we will follow despite all things.

"Duty it is, then" he said softly, and Arya looked up at him from her seat. Laetri had closed her eyes to the world, and her uniform breathing told Eragon that she was deep in her trance state. Orik was snoring after imbibing copious amounts of Faelnirv and had fallen asleep right on the deserted council table.

When Orik became such a drunkard, I will never know. But to rule over a race such as dwarves even I would need a good helping of strong meadsnorted Saphira. Eragon watched the dwarf king for a moment as he busily snored on the round table, murmuring unintelligible words as usual. We men all need our vices, Saphira. It appears Orik has found his.

Just like you found yours, is it not Eragon. Do you remember that time when you did not come out of that blasted tower of yours for two years?

I remember, said Eragon with amusement. I could not help it, Saphira. I was too busy unravelling the workings of the transportation spell. It was too interesting at the time, as you well know.

Oh, I know, Eragon said Saphira, sending him images of Firnen and Sahloknir performing stunning acrobatics. Eragon could see Firnen's improvement…but truly it was not up to Sahloknir, let alone the supreme grace of Saphira. He and Saphira could instantly see the many flaws in Firnen's technique most likely born out of inadequacy of practice opponents.

But that was no longer a problem, for Eragon was sure that Saphira would help Firnen to achieve his potential. He felt Saphira's warmth at his faith, and they jointly observed both their surroundings for a few moments through the other's eyes.

They were waiting for the arrival of Vanir right there in the council room. Vanir's evidence was simply something that was needed to convince the dwarves, for Laetri had managed to gather traces of duplicity from the Knurlan of Az Sweldn rak Anhuin.

As the last rays of twilight fell through the high and gilded windows, he rose and walked to watch the dusk. The large council room was basked in the dull red glow of the sun as they awaited the return of Vanir.

"You seem deep in thought, Eragon" came Arya's soft voice as she came to stand beside him to watch the gradual sunset. Eragon smiled as he shook himself out of melancholy, something that tended to take him if he were alone for extended periods of time.

"Seeing Damitha's body took a toll on me as well, Arya. I have been sequestered long at Aiedail trying to overcome my own sufferings…I was somewhat unprepared to see the sufferings of others. I have been a teacher and explorer of Gramarye for too long now. It will take some time for me to once more become the one who killed the Dark Tyrant"

Arya remained silent as she considered his forthright words. Laetri too had woken and Eragon could feel her bright blue eyes upon him…it had always brought him a feeling of comfort and security though he had not said so to anyone. With the smallest noise, Laetri was at his other side and held his hand lightly.

Eragon squeezed back, feeling the softness and flawlessness of her palm absently. He and Laetri had accomplished much together after Galbatorix's fall and had gone through even more. She was the only other soul who understood him, except for Saphira. She, Saphira, Sahloknir and he were bound in ways that were not yet understood.

"I understand" said Arya, glancing briefly at their joined hands and turning away. "It is hard for me as well to return to how I was during the war. If the situation calls for it, however, I will fight again" she said in a low and firm voice.

"I wonder why Palencar saw the need to declare war so suddenly?" wondered Eragon, and he did have a few suspicions. Arya confirmed them by replying with a voice that held the faintest note of admiration.

"Palencar is shrewd. You remember Trianna?" she asked him, her eyes narrowing at the name. Eragon smirked at Saphira's indignation, his Dragon was always a mite jealous of Trianna. Ever since Trianna had futilely tried to seduce him at Farthen Dur, Saphira had hated her.

"I remember her" he laughed. Arya's and Laetri's eyes showed confusion at his laughter, and he hastily explained:

"She was a great help in the war, but I remember that she tried to seduce me after the Battle of Farthen Dur" he said, watching Arya's face become cold for a second and Laetri's grip tighten briefly upon his hand. Only then did humour fill their eyes as they laughed briefly at how inexperienced he would have been at such a quandary. He was rather puzzled by their responses until he felt Saphira's and Sahloknir's amusement.

Ebrithil, you are still sometimes oblivious to what women feel aren't you? Asked Sahloknir smugly, and Eragon had to agree there. He had little time to understand the female mind for training and studies took up all his attention. Saphira's voice spoke in their minds, dripping with scorn.

I always knew she was a rotten one, Trianna. Ever since she tried to seduce my Rider I knew she was power-hungry. It was good I chased her away from my Eragon. What did she do now?

Arya concealed her laugh with a cough, not wanting to show her amusement with Saphira's childish possessiveness of Eragon. She continued, slowly stroking the hilt of Tamerlein.

"Trianna established a guild of magic at Kuasta under Nasuada's direction, and has become a force to reckon with after her disappearance. Nasuada trusted her, and she was right to do so…but there are few humans who are not tempted by power. She is subtly but boldly involving herself in various power plays." she said in a sad voice, and Eragon nodded. His mind could see through Palencar's plan clearly now, and he could only applaud the King for it.

It seemed Nasuada's son was as shrewd as his mother.

"I can understand now" said Eragon softly absently watching twilight fade into night. "He wishes to reunify the Kingdom under a cause, and he is using the Urgal situation to his benefit. It is clever, but somewhat cold and ruthless"

"That it is", said Laetri. "If any rebel factions openly declare their intentions, then Palencar will be free to crush them without incurring the ire of the people. I would even go as far as to say that his subjects would wholeheartedly approve of his actions, for they still hate Urgals. Anyone who stands against the Urgal war will be viewed with vehement hostility"

A clever two-legs, this is a novelty all by itself, snorted Sahloknir. The three of them stood in peaceful silence as the sun set completely and plunged the vast hall into relative darkness. Eragon turned abruptly as he felt his wards around the room being disturbed and moments later Vanir's voice proclaimed:

"Naina"

The room was lit by a soft white glow uniformly, perfectly simulating daylight. Without pause, Vanir went to the prone Orik who was dozing contently upon the round table. Vanir's eyes showed his exasperation as he woke the king up with a spell.

"What news, Vanir?" questioned Eragon calmly, as Orik woke up with a groan. Vanir's eyes filled with frustration and his hands shook slightly for a moment as he turned to Arya:

"Your Majesties, Eragon-elda…I have failed" he said with shame. Arya's eyes narrowed at this, being the only sign of her mounting anger. Then she turned away from Vanir, muttering what Eragon knew to be dwarven profanities. Vanir hung his head, looking shamefacedly at the floor.

"What happened?" questioned Eragon briskly as he wove wards of considerable strength to conceal their conversation. Vanir paused for a second and then said:

"I questioned those who saw Damitha-kona's body first, and even sifted through their minds. I can honestly say I sifted through the minds of nearly every dwarf in Tarnag, some even by force…I could find literally no thoughts about this matter. In some members of Az Sweldn rak Anhuin I felt the same guilt Laetri-elda described but not a single fact linking them to this murder" he said with anger. He then turned to Eragon and said with conviction:

"I know it was them, Eragon-elda. The blood that runs through us sings with magic, and it gives us faint premonitions. I know it was them"

"We are thwarted" said Arya in an emotionless voice. Laetri held up her hand, however, and looked intently at Vanir.

"Vanir-vodhr, did you just say that there were absolutely no thoughts about the crime in any dwarf you screened?" she asked. Vanir nodded, his face betraying his despair:

"None at all, Laetri-elda. It was-" he said, and then paused abruptly with his eyes widening in realization, as did all their eyes. They glanced at each other and understood with no need of words, but Orik seemed lost at their deliberations.

"What has happened, brother?" he asked gruffly, looking curiously at Eragon. Eragon closed his eyes, thinking deep and fast about the matter. Saphira's and his minds worked in tandem as he put together the random facts Vanir brought him, and his face showed his alarm as he came to a single terrible conclusion.

We are coming, Eragon!roared Saphira in his mind. He could feel Sahloknir's and Firnen's defiant voices echoing through Tarnag, and turned urgently to Arya, Laetri and Orik. Evidently they had not concluded the same as him, and were puzzled by his alarm.

"What is amiss, Eragon?" asked Laetri quickly as she rushed to his side. Eragon turned to her and replied softly, only his steadily glowing Indigo eyes giving hint of his disquiet at his conclusions.

"She is here" he whispered, and their faces showed their confusion. Eragon went to the table and sat down slowly, summoning the goblet of mead and drinking deeply. Night had fallen completely, and the city was slowly igniting its Erisdar lanterns.

"Who?" questioned Orik intently.

"Ismira, she is here. It is the only possible answer!" said Eragon, watching amazement and alarm cross the faces of the Riders and shock flit through Orik. He could feel Saphira and Sahloknir land just outside the city of Tarnag, and a new thought struck him. He cursed himself for not thinking of it sooner and opened his mind to the three Dragons:

Saphira, Sahloknir and Firnen; You must search for Belegroch immediately. Leave Saphira to handle him…we have no idea what he is capable of. Firnen, you and Sahloknir will follow Saphira's lead in this!, he said in a firm voice brooking no argument. He felt their rumbling acquiescence at his direction, accepting their roles with little hesitation.

I will deal with Belegroch, Little one. Be careful if you encounter Ismira. You know how our heart can be used against us, it has happened before. Be careful.

Eragon sent his assent, and met the hard eyes of Laetri and Arya. He would have time to explain because he knew Ismira would need to concentrate to maintain the sophisticated spell she was casting. He had to convince them of his insight immediately.

"What has happened, Eragon? Do not keep us waiting!" Arya almost snarled. Eragon clasped his palms and began:

"We all have deduced that the dwarves' thoughts are being concealed with magic. No one can not think at all of such a prominent matter, so recently happened in their own city. Laetri asked the right questions" he said, inclining his head to her.

"Magic" said Orik in a dazed voice. Eragon nodded. Ismira would have succeeded with this if he were not here with Laetri. He faced to Arya and continued:

"But there are only a few people who can wield magic like this: namely Elves and Riders. Not many elves can do this much, except for the great elven Lords or the best warriors…or their Queen" he said, inclining his head to Arya. He only received a tense stare in return.

"All of these elves we know to be good and true, so it cannot be them. All known Riders I have taught myself, so it is not them. It cannot be the elven Shade for I can sense their unholy magics even if they try to hide it. I can sense it from miles away, even. This only leaves one possible conclusion" he stated grimly, and Arya and Laetri nodded sadly. Vanir was standing numbly, and Orik was yet to overcome his shock.

"Ismira" he said, looking around at them solemnly. "Ismira is here, working in the shadows to fulfil some purpose. I have directed Saphira and the others to search for Belegroch" he said as Orik recovered completely. Vanir quickly left the room, his hand upon his blade and Eragon did not stop him. He was an experienced elf, after all.

"I will direct an immediate search for her" said Orik suddenly and strode urgently towards the guards they knew to be standing outside. Eragon stopped him, looking around gravely at them all.

"We do not know her what she is capable of, either. But she does not know me as well, nor does she know Laetri or Arya. Fortunately, the solution is quite simple" said Eragon quietly.

"I will nullify her spell. That should draw her out, and we can then confront her on our own terms. King Orik, this opponent is beyond all except perhaps elves or Riders. I would advise you to evacuate the streets completely, brother" he said as he strode towards his quarters.

Varda, how do you find the book?

I really like it, Ebrithil. Heslant the Monk is a great storyteller!

That he is. Now brace yourself, my apprentice said Eragon as he disappeared in a flash of Indigo light. An instant later he appeared again with another flash, depositing Varda on the ground. Belgabad hovered over them quizzically and Varda stared at her master with curiosity and indignation.

"No questions for now, Varda" said Eragon sternly. "Me, Arya Drottning and Laetri-elda will be doing something vital. Stay by me at all times, do you understand?" he asked, looking into her eyes. After a moment she nodded and took his right hand silently. Enveloping her small hand with his, he turned to Orik and said solemnly.

"I must act , can you make sure that the town square is completely cleared?" he asked calmly.

"That I can do. Stay safe, Eragon" he said, and moved to call his men and issue the orders. He squeezed Varda's hand as he felt her pure fear at the mention of a Shade. Arya and Laetri had finished their preparations and looked at him with silent readiness.

"Ebrithil, you cannot fight…a…a Shade. Heslant the monk says they are horrible. They are just too horrible!" cried Varda as she hugged Eragon tightly in her fright. Eragon glanced once at his distraught young apprentice, and then at Laetri's compassionate expression. Arya looked at Varda with something akin to pity and reassurance as the young Rider hugged Eragon even more tightly.

"I am not fighting a Shade, Varda" said Eragon gently. "Not for now, at least. You will be safe in my presence. No Shade can harm you as long as I am with you" he reassured her with both words and mind. Laetri's and Arya's footsteps echoed through the silent and vast hall as they made to stand next to him.

Varda disengaged herself slowly, still looking at him with fear and concern. Eragon felt a rush of pure pride as he saw that Varda was not afraid for herself, but for him. She was definitely his apprentice after through and through.

"Do not worry, young one" whispered Arya in Varda's ear. "Eragon-elda and I have both killed Shades before, we are both Shadeslayers. We can defend ourselves if necessary"

Indigo light enveloped them for an instant, and they reappeared in the middle of an absolutely empty town square. Dwarven buildings surrounded the vast square, and Celbedeil stood tall in front of them. The moonlight glinted off the proud structures, giving a sense of peace and anticipation somehow at the same time.

Orik had done his part well and fast, and Eragon could sense no one on the streets. It was up to him now, and he turned to the Riders and said quietly:

"Be ready, everyone. Saphira has found a trail and believes that she and the others will find Belegroch soon. It appears that my deduction was right. I will act the moment they have engaged Belegroch" he said calmly. Varda looked at him with eyes of anticipation and fearfulness as Laetri nodded grimly.

"An excellent plan, Eragon-elda" Arya said approvingly. "With her Dragon under attack, and her spells nullified simultaneously she will have no option but to respond"

"Ebrithil" whispered Varda, a single tear sliding down her innocent face. Eragon brushed it away tenderly, regretting the need for a six year old to witness a true fight between Riders. But he would not trust the safety of his beloved apprentice to some walls, not after Roran's words. Varda would be safest with him.

"Ebrithil, please be safe" said Varda once more. He felt Saphira's anticipation as she and the others hunted for Belegroch…they would find him soon, very soon. He exchanged glances with Laetri and Arya who looked visibly tense.

The silence of the night was torn asunder by the terrifying roars of four mature Dragons, causing the buildings to shake violently at the mighty sound. Arya loosened her blade in its sheath, the steely sound masked by the challenging roars of the four Dragons. The city shook with the vibration as Dragons fought once more on the land of Alagaesia after more than a hundred years.

Eragon, we have found him! He is fast, and flying towards Tarnag…I am afraid he is as fast as me and has a considerable head start!came Saphira's angry shout. Arya's face remained impassive as Firnen presumably told her something similar. The three Riders shared the image sent to them by Saphira, of a dragon as black as coal and with glinting eyes of bright gold….Belegroch was larger than Firnen and Sahloknir, but smaller than Saphira.

"Belegroch is coming here rapidly, but Saphira will not be able to catch up with him before he attacks the city" he said as he gathered magic. Varda's fear was now palpable as she stared at her master with slightly shaking hands. Eragon's mind blanketed her own, giving her strength and reassurance as he stood tall with his long silver hair rippling in the wind.

His eyes shone like living embers, and his pure white robes glowed as if responding to the magic that resided within him. He turned to Varda as the magic in him responded to his call, giving him an appearance of implacableness and strength.

"Do not fear for me, young Rider" he said, and his voice seemed to be layered with aspects that both terrified and enchanted them. "I know how to deal with Dark Magic" he said in a gentle voice that seemed to echo and seep into the very earth. "I am the Lightbringer, after all".

He closed his eyes. Calmly, he spoke the Name of names in his mind and guided it to do his bidding.

The air rippled around Eragon in a rush, and the fabric of the world heaved and shuddered progressively through the entirety of Tarnag. He could feel every foreign influence forcibly wiped out of the mind of every dwarf in Tarnag as he cleansed the city of Ismira's taint. The drain on his energy was noticeable, and he only slumped slightly before standing tall again.

He opened his eyes, and looked at the Riders calmly. Varda was staring at him with absolute amazement, and even Arya seemed quite impressed. Laetri was focused within herself, and Eragon knew she kept watch for their opponent.

"She is coming. I can feel her rage even here. We will have to see who arrives first, Belegroch or his Rider" he said calmly, casting extremely strong wards around Varda. With a simple mental exercise, he cleared himself of all thought and focused upon Ismira's rapid approach. She was so angered that she was not even trying to hide herself, and Eragon could clearly hear her challenge him openly.

Come then, Ismira and Belegroch, he responded calmly, casting the thought all around Tarnag and striding towards where he felt her arrival. Come and fight me.

…..

"Palencar, his closest advisors and I have devised a rough battle plan to begin with, and we have assembled here to discuss this plan" said Nuada as the other Riders sat down in chairs around him in a semicircle.

"The King moves fast" noted Leya dryly, and Ildarien nodded. But Barristan burst out, unable to contain his curiosity:

"Nuada, why did we support the King so readily? I have no doubt that as Riders we could have stalled this war and forced peace down both nations' throats" he asked tersely, as they sat in Nuada's quarters behind several spells of warding.

The entire city was abuzz with Palencar's initiation of hostilities and it was spreading like wildfire through the entirety of the Kingdom. Despite himself, Barristan felt a small amount of fear and great exhilaration at the notion of a war.

"Barristan, things are not always so simple" said Nuada, looking gravely at him. "We Riders have returned to this land after a hundred years, and we are not strong as we were before the fall. If we were to abruptly start enforcing rules, the races would not take to us kindly. Thus we have to play the game of politics to establish ourselves firmly. We do not do this for power, but for peace."

"Which means" said Leya, also looking seriously at Barristan. "that we will have to take sides…more precisely, we will join the winning side. It is to our benefit that King Palencar is righteous, and has worked beyond hard for a hundred years of peace. So if we take sides, we choose him properly…that is what we did by giving him our support during his declaration"

"I do not like this either" admitted Nuada softly, as he traced his fingers over his scabbard. "To maintain peace, we must have the strength to enforce it. I chose the next best alternative, to help the rightful King in maintaining the peace of his Kingdom. I only followed the edicts of the Riders' code in this matter, Barristan"

There was silence for a while as they considered the implications of what had happened yesterday. Ildarien frowned as he said:

"But Palencar only does what is best for his Kingdom, Nuada. We are sworn to protect every innocent in Alagaesia…I see Barristan's point here" he said and Nuada sighed. Ildarien continued however: "I see yours as well. Perhaps we can kill several birds with a single stone this way"

"That we can, though I do not like killing birds" said Leya solemnly. "The situation is very different from the war against Galbatorix, I am afraid. The races are not united now and we must stitch them together in a delicate manner. Urgals respect might, so might we will have to show them. They will not submit to words…also their Riders must have given them undue boldness"

"Exactly. Leya said it quite concisely, Barristan. Urgals will submit only upon defeat, it is an unfortunate facet of their culture. But for now we have some decisions to make" he said as he unfurled a large map of Alagaesia and lit the room with a whispered word.

"Palencar has directed some Nighthawks and elite divisions of his army to pinpoint Urgal villages before the strike. They will enter through various passes around the spine and venture deep into the mountains" he said, pointing to the area around Utgard. The four Riders leaned towards the map as Nuada spoke, and they felt the attention of their Dragons as well.

"The brunt of the Urgal assault has been taken by Therinsford and Carvahall. Lord Holcomb, great grandson of Roran Stronghammer and the Earl of Carvahall, has beaten back the Urgals admirably. But the fringes of his domain has been sacked repeatedly, and the usual Urgal atrocities have been committed" he said in a hard voice.

"I and Domiel will go there to reinforce the troops" he said calmly. "We must cover all sides of the spine, and also be ready at all times to respond to the Urgal Riders. Who will accompany the troops sent to the mouth of the Woadark River?"

We will, Nuada. If only because I like water and rivers more than most Dragons, said Ragnar and Leya smiled at her Dragon's words. Nuada nodded and turned to Barristan:

"You, of course, will be at the King's side as he makes camp near the city of Daret with the reserve forces. You are skilled with both swords and magic and we cannot have Palencar threatened in any manner. Also a human Rider at the King's side is more favourable for us"

Barristan nodded, and Nuada turned to Ildarien who was waiting calmly.

"Ildarien, you and Isidar will lead a special force of magic-users…these warriors, Palencar has assured me, are deadly assassins and infiltrators. They are elite Nighthawks in fact…you my friend will not lead frontline fighters, but a clandestine unit that will strike at specific targets" said Nuada solemnly. He stared at the dark-haired elf with a grave look, but Ildarien was calm.

"Your force will be ready at all times to attack with magic and to reinforce overwhelmed minds of the magicians planted throughout our troops. You will be under my command" he finished.

"I accept" said Ildarien. "And where are we to be quartered during the mobilization?"

Nuada kept staring at the map, as he said softly: "You will need a location that is within striking distance of where we suspect most of the Urgal troops to be. Ildarien, you and your magicians will mobilize within the week and head immediately to occupy the tower of Ristvak'baen"

Ildarien nodded with a surprised look, but accepted nevertheless. Nuada rose, and they rose with him. "This plan will be refined and modified tomorrow, but these will be the core ideas. Tomorrow the generals of the army will assemble in the war room in the palace at the break of dawn to formally discuss the war effort. Our presence is requested as well."

"So be it" said Ildarien as he went for the door. Before he exited he looked back at Nuada and said quietly: "It is Ristvak'baen no longer, Nuada. The moment Ebrithil killed Galbatorix the Riders rose once more, unconquerable. He is a living symbol of our strength and power"

"I will leave for Edoc'sil, not Ristvak'baen. We are Riders and Dragons, and we may never be vanquished completely from the land" he said, and Nuada acknowledged him with a faint smile as he left. It had been two centuries since he had set eyes upon Edoc'sil, the last he saw of that tragic tower was when Evandar met Vrael just before the fall.

Perhaps...perhaps Ildarien has a point. But we are still an infant order, susceptible to sabotage and attack. Only Eragon-elda can safely claim to be unconquerable...but as for the rest of the order, we must grow for centuries before Ristvak'baen can be called Edoc'sil once more.