Eragon Page #4

...or worse, Ra'zacs.

If they find us, we'll have no chance.

And tell her only to come to us at night.

Do as he says.

But be careful.

You be careful.

This way.

Urgals. They used to be the king's enemies.

Now they're his guard.

Oh, they're closer to us than I thought.

We better stay off the roads.

- Why can't we take them?

- Quiet.

You're not ready to take anything yet.

I have skills. I can fight.

My cousin, Roran and I.

We've trained.

- With swords.

- Well, then...

...perhaps I've underestimated you.

Right, then.

Let's see these skills of yours.

You know, this won't be fair to you,

old man.

Humor me.

Oh, dear.

Well, I see the effect of your training.

Good. Good.

Don't get overconfident.

It won't be your cousin Roran

you're fighting.

And it won't be wooden staves, either.

I could've beaten him.

I just didn't want to hurt the old man.

Of course you could have.

Don't dragons breathe fire?

She's not old enough to sustain a flame.

Lucky for you.

How did you do that?

What did you just do?

I started a fire.

He doesn't trust me.

Maybe we need to trust him first.

Now get to sleep. With any luck,

tomorrow, by the end of the day...

...we will have

slipped through Daret unseen.

Then it's the foothills of the Beor Mountains

and a straight shot to the Varden.

Eragon, wake up. Come on, wake up.

We're at the village of Daret.

We'll leave the horses here.

Keep Saphira close.

Buy us some bread down there.

Come back, meet me here.

I won't be long.

Don't talk to anybody.

Do you wish Angela to read your fortune?

- But I have no money.

- Did Angela ask for money?

Knucklebones of a dragon.

They will tell me everything about you.

This is difficult.

A young life so tangled.

But you have been long awaited

by many races.

Great battles rage around you.

It can't be. I don't understand.

You have powers you do not acknowledge,

but there is a doom upon you.

Part of it lies in a death

that rapidly approaches.

No. It's already happened.

And a girl.

She calls to you in your dreams.

She's part of your past...

...and your future.

Who is she? Tell me her name.

Do I have to do everything myself?

- The fortuneteller--

- Did she tell you about him, huh?

Come on.

Where's everybody gone?

- She told me my future.

- The future is for the living, Eragon.

Come on!

Saphira!

Eragon.

Eragon.

My hand. It burns.

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

My head.

Feels like I've been kicked by a horse.

What happened?

Most new Dragon Riders take years to learn

what you discovered by instinct.

- What was that?

- Magic.

I was only reacting.

Magic comes from dragons.

It flows through the riders

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