"Letta," said Eragon, and he straightened upright and shook drops of blood from his torn hands. "Ono ach threyja eom verrunsmal edtha, O snalgli." As he spoke his warning, the snail slowed and retracted its eyes several inches. It paused when it was a few yards away, hissed again, and began to circle around to his left. "Oh no you don't," he muttered, turning with it. He glanced over his shoulders to make sure no other snalgli were approaching from behind. The giant snail seemed to realize that it could not catch him by surprise, for it stopped and sat hissing and waving its eyeballs at him. "You sound like a teapot left to boil," he said to it. The snalgli's eyeballs waved even faster, and then it charged at him, the edges of its flat belly undulating. Eragon waited until the last moment, then jumped to the side and let the snalgli slide past. He laughed and slapped the back of its shell. "Not too bright, are you?" Dancing away from it, he began to taunt the creature in the ancient language, calling it all sorts of insulting but perfectly accurate names. The snail seemed to puff up with rage--its neck thickened and bulged, and it opened its mouth even farther and began to sputter as well as hiss. Again and again, it charged at Eragon, and every time he jumped out of the way. At last the snalgli grew tired of the game. It withdrew a half dozen yards and sat staring at him with its fist-sized eyeballs. "How do you ever catch anything when you're so slow?" Eragon asked in a mocking tone, and he stuck his tongue out at the snail. The snalgli hissed once more, and then it turned around and slid off into the darkness. Eragon waited several minutes to be sure it was gone before he returned to clearing the rubble. "Maybe I should just call myself Snail Vanquisher," he muttered as he rolled a section of a pillar across the courtyard. Eragon Shadeslayer, Vanquisher of Snails...I would strike fear into the hearts of men wherever I went."