And grief clutched at his heart.Įragon felt himself slide to a stop, then … nothing. Then he looked in the direction of the citadel again. He spat blood and dirt onto the cobblestones. We have to leave before it falls, he thought. As he waited for his balance to return, he thought of the shelf hanging over them, and it suddenly occurred to him that the whole city might be in danger. “Can you hear me?” he shouted at the archer, the words nothing but a vibration in his mouth and throat.Ī spate of dizziness caused Roran to lean over and prop himself against the block of stone. When he touched his right ear, his fingers came away bloody.
Roran opened his mouth several times, trying to clear his ears-which rang and hurt badly-but to no avail.
Eragon! Could he and Saphira have survived the explosion? Could anyone who had been close to the heart of such an inferno? They helped each other off the ground, and Roran looked toward where the citadel had been.
The man had bitten through his bottom lip blood coated his chin.
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