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ELDEST
Book Two of Inheritance
CHRISTOPHER PAOLINI
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As always, this book is for my family.
And also to my incredible fans. You made this adventure possible.
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Synopsis of Eragon,
Book One of Inheritance
Eragon—a fifteen-year-old farmboy—is shocked when a polished blue
stone appears before him in the range of mountains known as the Spine.
Eragon takes the stone to the farm where he lives with his uncle, Gar-
row, and his cousin, Roran. Garrow and his late wife, Marian, have raised
Eragon. Nothing is known of his father; his mother, Selena, was Garrow’s
sister and has not been seen since Eragon’s birth.
Later, the stone cracks open and a baby dragon emerges. When Eragon
touches her, a silvery mark appears on his palm, and an irrevocable bond
is forged between their minds, making Eragon one of the legendary
Dragon Riders.
The Dragon Riders were created thousands of years earlier in the af-
termath of the elves’ great war with the dragons, in order to ensure that
hostilities would never again afflict their two races. The Riders became
peacekeepers, educators, healers, natural philosophers, and the greatest of
spellweavers—since being joined with a dragon makes one a magician.
Under their guidance and protection, the land enjoyed a golden age.
When humans arrived in Alagaësia, they too were added to this elite
order. After many years of peace, the monstrous and warlike Urgals killed
the dragon of a young human Rider named Galbatorix. Driven mad by
the loss and by his elders’ refusal to provide him with another dragon,
Galbatorix set out to topple the Riders.
He stole another dragon—whom he named Shruikan and forced to
serve him through certain black spells—and gathered around himself a
group of thirteen traitors: the Forsworn. With the help of those cruel dis-
ciples, Galbatorix threw down the Riders; killed their leader, Vrael; and
declared himself king over Alagaësia. In this, Galbatorix was only partly
successful, for the elves and dwarves remain autonomous in their secret
haunts, and some humans have established an independent country,
Surda, in the south of Alagaësia. A stalemate has existed between these
factions for twenty years, preceded by eighty years of open conflict
brought about by the destruction of the Riders.
It is into this fragile political situation, then, that Eragon is thrust. He
fears he is in mortal danger—it is common knowledge that Galbatorix
killed every Rider who would not swear loyalty to him—and so Eragon
hides the dragon from his family as he raises her. During this time, Eragon
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names the creature Saphira, after a dragon mentioned by the village story-
teller, Brom. Soon Roran leaves the farm for a job that will allow him to
earn enough money to marry Katrina, the butcher’s daughter.
When Saphira stands taller than Eragon, two menacing, beetle-like
strangers called the Ra’zac arrive in Carvahall, searching for the stone that
was her egg. Frightened, Saphira kidnaps Eragon and flies into the Spine.
Eragon manages to convince her to turn back, but by then his home has
been obliterated by the Ra’zac. Eragon finds Garrow in the wreckage, tor-
tured and badly wounded.
Garrow dies soon afterward, and Eragon vows to track down and kill
the Ra’zac. Eragon is accosted by Brom, who knows of Saphira’s existence
and asks to accompany Eragon for reasons of his own. After Eragon
agrees, Brom gives him the sword Zar’roc, which was once a Rider’s
blade, though he refuses to say how he acquired it.
Eragon learns much from Brom during their travels, including how to
fight with swords and use magic. Eventually, they lose the Ra’zac’s trail
and visit the city of Teirm, where Brom believes his old friend Jeod can
help locate their lair.
In Teirm, the eccentric herbalist Angela tells Eragon’s fortune, predict-
ing mighty powers struggling to control his destiny; an epic romance with
one of noble birth; the fact that he will one day leave Alagaësia, never to
return; and a betrayal from within his family. Her companion, the were-
cat Solembum, also gives him some words of advice. Then Eragon, Brom,
and Saphira depart for Dras-Leona, where they hope to find the Ra’zac.
Brom finally reveals that he is an agent of the Varden—a rebel group
dedicated to overthrowing Galbatorix—and that he had been hiding in
Eragon’s village, waiting for a new Dragon Rider to appear. Brom also ex-
plains that twenty years ago, he and Jeod stole Saphira’s egg from Galba-
torix. In the process, Brom killed Morzan, first and last of the Forsworn.
Only two other dragon eggs still exist, both of which remain in Galba-
torix’s possession.
Near Dras-Leona, the Ra’zac waylay Eragon and his companions, and
Brom is mortally wounded while protecting Eragon. The Ra’zac are
driven away by a mysterious young man named Murtagh, who says he’s
been tracking the Ra’zac. Brom dies the following night. With his last
breath, he confesses that he was once a Rider and his slain dragon was
also named Saphira. Eragon buries Brom in a tomb of sandstone, which
Saphira transmutes into pure diamond.
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Without Brom, Eragon and Saphira decide to join the Varden. By ill
chance, Eragon is captured at the city of Gil’ead and brought to the Shade
Durza, Galbatorix’s right-hand man. With Murtagh’s help, Eragon escapes
from prison, bringing along with him the unconscious elf Arya, another
captive. By this point, Eragon and Murtagh have become great friends.
With her mind, Arya tells Eragon that she has been ferrying Saphira’s
egg between the elves and the Varden, in the hopes that it might hatch
for one of their children. However, during her last trip, she was am-
bushed by Durza and forced to send the egg elsewhere with magic,
which is how it came to Eragon. Now Arya is seriously wounded and re-
quires the Varden’s medical help. Using mental images, she shows Eragon
how to find the rebels. An epic chase ensues. Eragon and his friends trav-
erse almost four hundred miles in eight days. They are pursued by a con-
tingent of Urgals, who trap them in the towering Beor Mountains.
Murtagh, who had not wanted to go to the Varden, is forced to tell Er-
agon that he is the son of Morzan.
Murtagh, however, has denounced his father’s deeds and fled Galba-
torix’s patronage to seek his own destiny. He shows Eragon a great scar
across his back, inflicted when Morzan threw his sword, Zar’roc, at him
when he was just a child. Thus, Eragon learns his sword once belonged to
Murtagh’s father, he who betrayed the Riders to Galbatorix and slaugh-
tered many of his former comrades.
Just before they are overwhelmed by the Urgals, Eragon and his friends
are rescued by the Varden, who seem to appear out of the very stone. It
turns out that the rebels are based in Farthen Dûr, a hollow mountain ten
miles high and ten miles across. It is also home to the dwarves’ capital,
Tronjheim. Once inside, Eragon is taken to Ajihad, leader of the Varden,
while Murtagh is imprisoned because of his parentage. Ajihad explains
many things to Eragon, including that the Varden, elves, and dwarves had
agreed that when a new Rider appeared, he or she would initially be
trained by Brom and then sent to the elves to complete the instruction.
Eragon must now decide whether to follow this course.
Eragon meets with the dwarf king, Hrothgar, and Ajihad’s daughter,
Nasuada; is tested by the Twins, two bald and rather nasty magicians
who serve Ajihad; spars with Arya once she has recovered; and again en-
counters Angela and Solembum, who have joined the Varden. Eragon
and Saphira also bless one of the Varden’s orphan babies.
Eragon’s stay is disrupted by news of an Urgal army approaching
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through the dwarves’ tunnels. In the battle that follows, Eragon is sepa-
rated from Saphira and forced to fight Durza alone. Far stronger than any
human, Durza easily defeats Eragon, slashing open his back from shoulder
to hip. At that moment, Saphira and Arya break the roof of the cham-
ber—a sixty-foot-wide star sapphire—distracting Durza long enough for
Eragon to stab him through the heart. Freed from Durza’s spells, the Ur-
gals are driven back into the tunnels.
While Eragon lies unconscious after the battle, he is telepathically con-
tacted by a being who identifies himself as Togira Ikonoka—the Cripple
Who Is Whole. He offers answers to all of Eragon’s questions and urges
Eragon to seek him in Ellesméra, where the elves live.
When Eragon wakes, he finds that, despite Angela’s best efforts, he has
been left with a huge scar similar to Murtagh’s. Dismayed, he also realizes
that he only slew Durza through sheer luck and that he desperately needs
more training.
And at the end of Book One, Eragon decides that, yes, he will find this
Togira Ikonoka and learn from him. For gray-eyed Destiny now weaves
apace, the first resounding note of war echoes across the land, and the
time fast approaches when Eragon shall have to step forth and confront
his one, true enemy: King Galbatorix.
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A TWIN DISASTER
The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living.
So thought Eragon as he stepped over a twisted and hacked Urgal, lis-
tening to the keening of women who removed loved ones from the
blood-muddied ground of Farthen Dûr. Behind him Saphira delicately
skirted the corpse, her glittering blue scales the only color in the gloom
that filled the hollow mountain.
It was three days since the Varden and dwarves had fought the Urgals
for possession of Tronjheim, the mile-high, conical city nestled in the
center of Farthen Dûr, but the battlefield was still strewn with carnage.
The sheer number of bodies had stymied their attempts to bury the dead.
In the distance, a mountainous fire glowed sullenly by Farthen Dûr’s wall
where the Urgals were being burned. No burial or honored resting place
for them.
Since waking to find his wound healed by Angela, Eragon had tried
three times to assist in the recovery effort. On each occasion he had been
racked by terrible pains that seemed to explode from his spine. The heal-
ers gave him various potions to drink. Arya and Angela said that he was
perfectly sound. Nevertheless, he hurt. Nor could Saphira help, only
share his pain as it rebounded across their mental link.
Eragon ran a hand over his face and looked up at the stars showing
through Farthen Dûr’s distant top, which were smudged with sooty
smoke from the pyre. Three days. Three days since he had killed Durza;
three days since people began calling him Shadeslayer; three days since
the remnants of the sorcerer’s consciousness had ravaged his mind and he
had been saved by the mysterious Togira Ikonoka, the Cripple Who Is
Whole. He had told no one about that vision but Saphira. Fighting Durza
and the dark spirits that controlled him had transformed Eragon; although
for better or for worse he was still unsure. He felt fragile, as if a sudden
shock would shatter his reconstructed body and consciousness.
And now he had come to the site of the combat, driven by a morbid
desire to see its aftermath. Upon arriving, he found nothing but the un-
comfortable presence of death and decay, not the glory that heroic songs
had led him to expect.
Before his uncle, Garrow, was slain by the Ra’zac months earlier, the
brutality that Eragon had witnessed between the humans, dwarves, and
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Urgals would have destroyed him. Now it numbed him. He had realized,
with Saphira’s help, that the only way to stay rational amid such pain was
to do things. Beyond that, he no longer believed that life possessed inher-
ent meaning—not after seeing men torn apart by the Kull, a race of giant
Urgals, and the ground a bed of thrashing limbs and the dirt so wet with
blood it soaked through the soles of his boots. If any honor existed in
war, he concluded, it was in fighting to protect others from harm.
He bent and plucked a tooth, a molar, from the dirt. Bouncing it on his
palm, he and Saphira slowly made a circuit through the trampled plain.
They stopped at its edge when they noticed Jörmundur—Ajihad’s second
in command in the Varden—hurrying toward them from Tronjheim.
When he came near, Jörmundur bowed, a gesture Eragon knew he would
never have made just days before.
“I’m glad I found you in time, Eragon.” He clutched a parchment note
in one hand. “Ajihad is returning, and he wants you to be there when he
arrives. The others are already waiting for him by Tronjheim’s west gate.
We’ll have to hurry to get there in time.”
Eragon nodded and headed toward the gate, keeping a hand on Saphira.
Ajihad had been gone most of the three days, hunting down Urgals who
had managed to escape into the dwarf tunnels that honeycombed the
stone beneath the Beor Mountains. The one time Eragon had seen him
between expeditions, Ajihad was in a rage over discovering that his
daughter, Nasuada, had disobeyed his orders to leave with the other
women and children before the battle. Instead, she had secretly fought
among the Varden’s archers.
Murtagh and the Twins had accompanied Ajihad: the Twins because it
was dangerous work and the Varden’s leader needed the protection of
their magical skills, and Murtagh because he was eager to continue prov-
ing that he bore the Varden no ill will. It surprised Eragon how much
people’s attitudes toward Murtagh had changed, considering that
Murtagh’s father was the Dragon Rider Morzan, who had betrayed the
Riders to Galbatorix. Even though Murtagh despised his father and was
loyal to Eragon, the Varden had not trusted him. But now, no one was
willing to waste energy on a petty hate when so much work remained.
Eragon missed talking with Murtagh and looked forward to discussing all
that had happened, once he returned.
As Eragon and Saphira rounded Tronjheim, a small group became visi-
ble in the pool of lantern light before the timber gate. Among them were
Orik—the dwarf shifting impatiently on his stout legs—and Arya. The
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white bandage around her upper arm gleamed in the darkness, reflecting
a faint highlight onto the bottom of her hair. Eragon felt a strange thrill,
as he always did when he saw the elf. She looked at him and Saphira,
green eyes flashing, then continued watching for Ajihad.
By breaking Isidar Mithrim—the great star sapphire that was sixty feet
across and carved in the shape of a rose—Arya had allowed Eragon to kill
Durza and so win the battle. Still, the dwarves were furious with her for
destroying their most prized treasure. They refused to move the sap-
phire’s remains, leaving them in a massive circle inside Tronjheim’s cen-
tral chamber. Eragon had walked through the splintered wreckage and
shared the dwarves’ sorrow for all the lost beauty.
He and Saphira stopped by Orik and looked out at the empty land that
surrounded Tronjheim, extending to Farthen Dûr’s base five miles away
in each direction. “Where will Ajihad come from?” asked Eragon.
Orik pointed at a cluster of lanterns staked around a large tunnel open-
ing a couple of miles away. “He should be here soon.”
Eragon waited patiently with the others, answering comments directed
at him but preferring to speak with Saphira in the peace of his mind. The
quiet that filled Farthen Dûr suited him.
Half an hour passed before motion flickered in the distant tunnel. A
group of ten men climbed out onto the ground, then turned and helped
up as many dwarves. One of the men—Eragon assumed it was Ajihad—
raised a hand, and the warriors assembled behind him in two straight
lines. At a signal, the formation marched proudly toward Tronjheim.
Before they went more than five yards, the tunnel behind them
swarmed with a flurry of activity as more figures jumped out. Eragon
squinted, unable to see clearly from so far away.
Those are Urgals! exclaimed Saphira, her body tensing like a drawn
bowstring.
Eragon did not question her. “Urgals!” he cried, and leaped onto Saphira,
berating himself for leaving his sword, Zar’roc, in his room. No one had
expected an attack now that the Urgal army had been driven away.
His wound twinged as Saphira lifted her azure wings, then drove them
down and jumped forward, gaining speed and altitude each second. Be-
low them, Arya ran toward the tunnel, nearly keeping apace with
Saphira. Orik trailed her with several men, while Jörmundur sprinted
back toward the barracks.
Eragon was forced to watch helplessly as the Urgals fell on the rear of
Ajihad’s warriors; he could not work magic over such a distance. The
monsters had the advantage of surprise and quickly cut down four men,
forcing the rest of the warriors, men and dwarves alike, to cluster around
Ajihad in an attempt to protect him. Swords and axes clashed as the
groups pressed together. Light flashed from one of the Twins, and an Ur-
gal fell, clutching the stump of his severed arm.
For a minute, it seemed the defenders would be able to resist the Ur-
gals, but then a swirl of motion disturbed the air, like a faint band of mist
wrapping itself around the combatants. When it cleared, only four warri-
ors were standing: Ajihad, the Twins, and Murtagh. The Urgals converged
on them, blocking Eragon’s view as he stared with rising horror and fear.
No! No! No!
Before Saphira could reach the fight, the knot of Urgals streamed back
to the tunnel and scrambled underground, leaving only prone forms be-
hind.
The moment Saphira touched down, Eragon vaulted off, then faltered,
overcome by grief and anger. I can’t do this. It reminded him too much of
when he had returned to the farm to find his uncle Garrow dying. Fight-
ing back his dread with every step, he began to search for survivors.
The site was eerily similar to the battlefield he had inspected earlier,
except that here the blood was fresh.
In the center of the massacre lay Ajihad, his breastplate rent with nu-
merous gashes, surrounded by five Urgals he had slain. His breath still
came in ragged gasps. Eragon knelt by him and lowered his face so his
tears would not land on the leader’s ruined chest. No one could heal such
wounds. Running up to them, Arya paused and stopped, her face trans-
formed with sorrow when she saw that Ajihad could not be saved.
“Eragon.” The name slipped from Ajihad’s lips—no more than a whis-
per.
“Yes, I am here.”
“Listen to me, Eragon.... I have one last command for you.” Eragon
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