"In all your travels around Alagaesia, with Angela and without, you've never found anything that might explain this mystery? Or even just something that might be of use against Galbatorix." "That's not funny," growled Eragon. "Blast it, you have to know something more." "Think, then! If I can't find some sort of help against Galbatorix, we'll lose, Solembum. We'll lose, and most of the Varden, including the werecats, will die." Solembum hissed again. "We'll be at Uru'baen before I can finish it. The book might as well not exist." Solembum's ears flattened again. "I don't care if it is. I just want a way to keep us from ending up dead or enslaved. Think! You have to know something else!" Solembum uttered a low, warbling growl. "You have to, or we're doomed!" Even as Eragon uttered the words, he saw a change come over the werecat. Solembum's ears swiveled until they were upright, his whiskers relaxed, and his gaze softened, losing its hard-edged brilliance. At the same time, the werecat's mind grew unusually empty, as if his consciousness had been stilled or removed. Eragon froze, uncertain. Then he felt Solembum say, with thoughts that were as flat and colorless as a pool of water beneath a wintry, cloud-ridden sky: Solembum's gaze sharpened, and his ears returned to their previous position. he said with obvious irritation. "What did you just say?" "No, no, the other thing, about the chapter and page." "You did." Solembum studied him for several seconds. Then, with thoughts that were overly calm, he said, So, Eragon repeated the words as closely as he could. When he finished, the werecat was silent for a while. , he said. "What do you think it means?" " --