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En primer lugar, no dejeis que nadie gobierne vuestra mente ni vuestro cuerpo y emplead especial atencion para no poner limites a vuestras ideas porque se puede ser un hombre libre a pesar de sufrir ataduras mas fuertes que las de un esclavo. Escuchad a los hombres, pero no os entregueis a ellos en cuerpo y alma. Sed respetuosos con los que ostentan el poder, pero no los sigais ciegamente. Juzgad con logica y con razon, pero no hagais comen..
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He bent and plucked a tooth, a molar, from the dirt.
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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 hiss..
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As he gazed at the sun-darkened, battle-worn warriors before him, he decided that he would rather fight a hundred enemies by himself than have to stand up in public and risk the disapproval of others.
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As he gazed at the sun-darkened, battle-worn warriors before him, he decided that he would rather fight a hundred enemies by himself than have to stand up in public and risk the disapproval of others. Until the moment he opened his mouth, Eragon was not sure what he was going to say. Once he started, the words seemed to pour out of their own accord, but he was so tense, he could not remember much of what he said. The speech passed in a blur..
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Eragon looked over at Arya. He suddenly felt awkward, unable to think of anything but the most obvious things to say. The beauty of her eyes still captivated him; the effect she had on him never seemed to lessen. Then she took his head in her hands, and she kissed him once, formally, on the brow. Eragon stared at her, dumbstruck. "Gulia waise medh ono, Argetlam." Luck be with you, Silverhand. As she released him, he caught her hands in his ..
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Roran! How nice to see you," said the herbalist with a smile that seemed altogether too cheery considering the circumstances. "Imagine meeting here!" "Better here than in the grave!" he shouted, picking up an extra spear and heaving it at a man farther down the street. "Well said!" "I thought you went with Eragon?" She shook her head. "He didn't ask me, and I wouldn't have gone if he had. I'm no match for Galbatorix. Besides, Eragon has the..
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said Glaedr, and Eragon noticed the dragon was shielding his thoughts so that Saphira did not hear. he growled. The old dragon seemed to chuckle. , Eragon sighed,
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He had no desire to eke out a living from the land as his family had during his childhood. He and Saphira were a Rider and dragon; their doom and their destiny was to fly at the forefront of history, not to sit before a fire and grow fat and lazy. And then there was Arya. If he and Saphira lived in Palancar Valley, he would see her rarely, if at all. "No," said Eragon, and the word was like a hammerblow in the silence. "I don't want to go b..
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If I can keep fighting," she said, "then so can you." "Back to the stone," he said in a harsh voice. "I know you're not a coward, Murtagh. Better to die than to live as a slave to one such as Galbatorix. At least then you might accomplish some good, and your name might be remembered with a measure of kindness after you're gone." "Back to the stone," he growled, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her over to the slab. She allowed him to pu..
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In that case," the herbalist said to Eragon, "you had best have this, since it seems you and I are to do most of the fighting." She handed him her short sword, then drew a poniard with a jeweled hilt from within the folds of her dress. "What is it made of?" Eragon asked as he peered through the transparent blade of the sword, noticing how it caught and reflected the light. The substance reminded him of diamond, but he could not imagine that..
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There was a bell clanging in the tower of the building next to the black-shrike-thorn-cave. She found the noise irritating, so she twisted her neck and loosed a jet of blue and yellow flame at it. The tower did not catch fire, as it was stone, but the rope and beams supporting the bell ignited, and a few seconds later, the bell fell crashing into the interior of the tower. That pleased her, as did the two-legs-round-ears who ran screaming f..
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There was a bell clanging in the tower of the building next to the black-shrike-thorn-cave. She found the noise irritating, so she twisted her neck and loosed a jet of blue and yellow flame at it. The tower did not catch fire, as it was stone, but the rope and beams supporting the bell ignited, and a few seconds later, the bell fell crashing into the interior of the tower. That pleased her, as did the two-legs-round-ears who ran screaming f..
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Just remember," he said gently, "that at a certain point, your enemies may have to become your allies. Such is the nature of life."
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Orik was the second to depart, after Roran. Before he did, the dwarf king came over to Eragon and gave him a rough hug. "Ah, I wish I were going with the two of you," he said, his eyes solemn above his beard. "And I wish you were coming," said Eragon. "Well, we'll see each other afterward and toast our victory with barrels of mead, eh?" "I look forward to it." , said Saphira. "Good," said Orik, and he nodded firmly. "That's settled, then. Y..
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He gave the empty flask to Arya, and as she took it, he grasped her hand, her right hand, and turned it toward the light. The skin was once more smooth and unblemished. No sign of her injury remained. "Blodhgarm healed you?" said Eragon. Arya nodded, and he released her. "Mostly. I have full use of my hand again." She demonstrated by opening and closing it several times. "But there is still a patch of skin by the base of my thumb where I ha..
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A dragon might kill ten thousand wolves one at a time, but ten thousand wolves together can kill a dragon." , Saphira snorted in the privacy of her and Eragon's shared mind space. Roran smiled without humor. "And we have a dragon of our own. Decide as you wish. But I, for one, am going to Uru'baen, and I'll face Galbatorix, even if I have to do it by myself." "Not by yourself," said Arya. "I know I speak for Queen Islanzadi when I say that ..
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A dragon might kill ten thousand wolves one at a time, but ten thousand wolves together can kill a dragon." , Saphira snorted in the privacy of her and Eragon's shared mind space."
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Eragon's eyes snapped open. He sat upright and grabbed Brisingr. All was dark, save for the dull red glow of the bed of coals to his right and a ragged patch of starry sky off to the east. Though the light was faint, Eragon was able to make out the general shape of the forest and the meadow...and the monstrously large snail that was sliding across the grass toward him. Eragon yelped and scrambled backward. The snail--whose shell was over f..
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With a twist of her neck, Saphira tossed the snail into the air, opened her mouth as wide as it would go, and swallowed the creature whole, bobbing her head twice as she did, like a robin eating an earthworm. Lowering his gaze, Eragon saw four more giant snails farther down upon the rise. One of the creatures had retreated within its shell; the others were hurrying away upon their undulating, skirtlike bellies. "Over there!" shouted Eragon...
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said Saphira. , he agreed, feeling his mirth return. asked Glaedr. Together Eragon and Saphira replied, is , said Glaedr.
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In one corner of the chamber, she saw the tip of a thick green vine force its way between the painted tiles, cracking them. More vines appeared next to the first; they poked through the wall from the outside and spread across the floor, covering it in a sea of writhing, snakelike appendages. Watching them crawl toward her, Nasuada began to chuckle.
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To Saphira, he said,
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Solembum's gaze shifted away. "But what am I supposed to do?" said Eragon. "How am I supposed to find the Rock of Kuthian?" "Then what use is the information? I might as well have never heard it." Solembum blinked, once. "What? What is it?" Domia abr Wyrda. Then the werecat lifted his other paw and, after a cursory examination, began to lick it. "Have you gotten any strange feelings in the past few months?" asked Eragon. "
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Have you gotten any strange feelings in the past few months?" asked Eragon. "
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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."
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exclaimed Saphira. She arched her neck and loosed a jet of blue and yellow flame into the upper reaches of the building. She spoke a single line in the ancient language, and the inside of Eragon's mind seemed to ring with a sound like a bell, and for a moment, the tips of Saphira's scales gleamed with an inner light, and she looked as if she were made of stars. The name was grand and majestic, but also tinged with sadness, for it named he..
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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 approac..
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At last Angela turned in to the space between the pews. She picked her way around Solembum--who crouched next to the novitiate he had killed, every hair on his body standing on end--and then carefully made her way over the corpses of the three novitiates Eragon had slain. As she approached, the High Priest began to thrash like a hooked fish in an attempt to push itself farther up the pew. At the same time, the pressure on Eragon's mind less..
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Would you really kill one of Orrin's men?" "I don't make idle threats," said Roran. "No, I didn't think so...Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that." Jormundur started down the path between the tents, and Roran followed. As they walked, men moved out of their way and respectfully dipped their heads. Gesturing with his unlit pipe, Jormundur said, "I admit, I've wanted to give Orrin a good tongue-lashing on more than one occasion." His lips..
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Over the centuries, their minds had changed; what was simple and straightforward for him often seemed complicated for them, and the same was true in reverse. Listening to their thoughts, he felt, must be like listening to the thoughts of a god. When he made that particular observation, Saphira snorted and said to him, he asked, amused. She sniffed.
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I'll give you some new wards as well." "No, save your strength. I can take care of myself." Eragon insisted, but Roran kept refusing. Finally, Eragon said, "Blast it! Listen to me. We're about to go into battle against Galbatorix's men. You have to have protection, if only against magic. I'm going to give you wards whether you like it or not, so you might as well smile and thank me for them!" Roran glowered at him, then he grunted and rai..
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It occurred to him that perhaps this was how shooting stars were made: a bird or a dragon or some other earthly creature snatched upward by the inexorable wind and thrown skyward with such speed, they flamed like siege arrows. If so, then he guessed he, Saphira, and Glaedr would make the brightest, most spectacular shooting star in living memory, if anyone was close enough to see their demise so far out to sea.
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As she hurtled downward, Eragon said, said Glaedr.
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After a while, she felt him touch her shoulder, and she jerked away. She could not help it. He had hurt her more in the past few days than anyone else ever had, and though she knew he had not wanted to do it, she could not forget that it was he who had wielded the hot iron. Even so, when she saw how her reaction stung him, she relented and reached out and took his hand. He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze, then put his arm around her shoul..
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As Eragon spoke, an idea occurred to him, one that resonated within him too strongly to ignore. He explained it to Saphira, and once again she granted him her permission, although somewhat more reluctantly than before. she asked. When they finished speaking of Vroengard, he looked Arya in the eyes and said, "Would you like to hear my true name? I would like to share it with you." The offer seemed to shock her. "No! You shouldn't tell it to..
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Now I have a question for you: why did you kill those men? You knew you wouldn't make it out of the citadel. Was it just to spite Galbatorix, as he said?" She sighed and pushed herself off Murtagh's chest so she was sitting upright. With some reluctance, he released his hold around her shoulders. She sniffed, then looked him square in the eyes. "I couldn't just lie there and let him do whatever he wanted to me. I had to fight back; I had to..
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When you teach someone your true name, you place everything you are in their hands." "I know, but I may never have the chance again. This is the only thing I have to give, and I would give it to you." "Eragon, what you are proposing...It is the most precious thing one person can give another." "I know." A shiver ran through Arya, and then she seemed to withdraw within herself. After a time, she said, "No one has ever offered me such a gift ..
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Besides," she said, "there was always a chance I escape." He snorted. "And dragons might start eating grass." "Even so, I had to try." "I understand. If I could have, I would have done the same when the Twins first brought me here." "And now?" "I still can't, and even if I could, what purpose would it serve?" To that, she had no answer. Silence followed, and then she said, "Murtagh, if it's not possible to free me from here, then I want y..
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As she and Murtagh continued to talk, their conversation grew easier and more relaxed. Despite their unpleasant circumstances, she found that she enjoyed speaking with him. He was smart and well educated, and he had a mordant wit that she appreciated, especially given her current predicament. Murtagh seemed to enjoy their conversation as much as she did. Still, the time came when they both recognized that it would be foolish to keep talking..
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The shadow-Saphira looped over the city, lighting several buildings on fire. As she did, a flock of arrows shot up from archers stationed on a nearby rooftop. The apparition swerved to avoid the darts and, seemingly by accident, crashed into one of the six green elf towers scattered throughout Uru'baen. The collision looked perfectly real. Eragon winced with sympathy as he saw the dragon's left wing break against the tower, the bones snapp..
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There are no safe paths anymore,
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The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will then or not... but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories.
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A tingle passed through him. , she said, her excitement rising. Eragon smiled. Eggs! Dragon eggs! As a race, they would not pass into the void. They would survive, and flourish, and return to their former glory, as they had been before the fall of the Riders. Then a horrible suspicion occurred to him. he asked Umaroth. replied the white dragon.
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