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.There will be few cities, if any.And then there is the desert itself.What do you know of it?”“Only that it’s hot, dry, and full of sand,” confessed Eragon.“That about sums it up,” replied Murtagh.“It’s filled with poisonous and inedible plants, venomous snakes, scorpions, and a blistering sun.You saw the great plain on our way to Gil’ead?”It was a rhetorical question, but Eragon answered anyway, “Yes, and once before.”“Then you are familiar with its immense range.It fills the heart of the Empire.Now imagine something two or three times its size, and you’ll understand the vastness of the Hadarac Desert.That is what you’re proposing to cross.”Eragon tried to envision a piece of land that gigantic but was unable to grasp the distances involved.He retrieved the map of Alagaësia from his saddlebags.The parchment smelled musty as he unrolled it on the ground.He inspected the plains and shook his head in amazement.“No wonder the Empire ends at the desert.Everything on the other side is too far away for Galbatorix to control.”Murtagh swept his hand over the right side of the parchment.“All the land beyond the desert, which is blank on this map, was under one rule when the Riders lived.If the king were to raise up new Riders under his command, it would allow him to expand the Empire to an unprecedented size.But that wasn’t the point I was trying to make.The Hadarac Desert is so huge and contains so many dangers, the chances are slim that we can cross it unscathed.It is a desperate path to take.”“We are desperate,” said Eragon firmly.He studied the map carefully.“If we rode through the belly of the desert, it would take well over a month, perhaps even two, to cross it.But if we angle southeast, toward the Beor Mountains, we could cut through much faster.Then we can either follow the Beor Mountains farther east into the wilderness or go west to Surda.If this map is accurate, the distance between here and the Beors is roughly equal to what we covered on our way to Gil’ead.”“But that took us nearly a month!”Eragon shook his head impatiently.“Our ride to Gil’ead was slow on account of my injuries.If we press ourselves, it’ll take only a fraction of that time to reach the Beor Mountains.”“Enough.You made your point,” acknowledged Murtagh.“Before I consent, however, something must be solved.As I’m sure you noticed, I bought supplies for us and the horses while I was in Gil’ead.But how can we get enough water? The roving tribes who live in the Hadarac usually disguise their wells and oases so no one can steal their water.And carrying enough for more than a day is impractical.Just think about how much Saphira drinks! She and the horses consume more water at one time than we do in a week.Unless you can make it rain whenever we need, I don’t see how we can go the direction you propose.”Eragon rocked back on his heels.Making rain was well beyond his power.He suspected that not even the strongest Rider could have done it.Moving that much air was like trying to lift a mountain.He needed a solution that would not drain all of his strength.I wonder if it’s possible to convert sand into water? That would solve our problem, but only if it doesn’t take too much energy.“I have an idea,” he said.“Let me experiment, then I’ll give you an answer.” Eragon strode out of the camp, with Saphira following closely.What are you going to try? she asked.“I don’t know,” he muttered.Saphira, could you carry enough water for us?She shook her enormous head.No, I wouldn’t even be able to lift that much weight, let alone fly with it.Too bad.He knelt and picked up a stone with a cavity large enough for a mouthful of water.He pressed a clump of dirt into the hollow and studied it thoughtfully.Now came the hard part.Somehow he had to convert the dirt into water.But what words should I use? He puzzled over it for a moment, then picked two he hoped would work.The icy magic rushed through him as he breached the familiar barrier in his mind and commanded, “Deloi moi!”Immediately the dirt began to absorb his strength at a prodigious rate.Eragon’s mind flashed back to Brom’s warning that certain tasks could consume all of his power and take his life.Panic blossomed in his chest.He tried to release the magic but could not.It was linked to him until the task was complete or he was dead.All he could do was remain motionless, growing weaker every moment.Just as he became convinced that he would die kneeling there, the dirt shimmered and morphed into a thimbleful of water.Relieved, Eragon sat back, breathing hard.His heart pounded painfully and hunger gnawed at his innards.What happened? asked Saphira.Eragon shook his head, still in shock from the drain on his body’s reserves.He was glad that he had not tried to transmute anything larger.This.this won’t work, he said.I don’t even have the strength to give myself a drink.You should have been more careful, she chided.Magic can yield unexpected results when the ancient words are combined in new ways.He glared at her.I know that, but this was the only way I could test my idea.I wasn’t going to wait until we were in the desert! He reminded himself that she was only trying to help.How did you turn Brom’s grave into diamond without killing yourself? I can barely handle a bit of dirt, much less all that sandstone.I don’t know how I did it, she stated calmly.It just happened.Could you do it again, but this time make water?Eragon, she said, looking him squarely in the face.I’ve no more control over my abilities than a spider does.Things like that occur whether I will them or not.Brom told you that unusual events happen around dragons.He spoke truly.He gave no explanation for it, nor do I have one.Sometimes I can work changes just by feel, almost without thought.The rest of the time—like right now—I’m as powerless as Snowfire.You’re never powerless, he said softly, putting a hand on her neck.For a long period they were both quiet.Eragon remembered the grave he had made and how Brom lay within it.He could still see the sandstone flowing over the old man’s face.“At least we gave him a decent burial,” he whispered.He idly swirled a finger in the dirt, making twisting ridges.Two of the ridges formed a miniature valley, so he added mountains around it.With his fingernail he scratched a river down the valley, then deepened it because it seemed too shallow.He added a few more details until he found himself staring at a passable reproduction of Palancar Valley.Homesickness welled up within him, and he obliterated the valley with a swipe of his hand.I don’t want to talk about it, he muttered angrily, staving off Saphira’s questions.He crossed his arms and glared at the ground.Almost against his will, his eyes flicked back to where he had gouged the earth.He straightened, surprised.Though the ground was dry, the furrow he had made was lined with moisture.Curious, he scraped away more dirt and found a damp layer a few inches under the surface.“Look at this!” he said excitedly.Saphira lowered her nose to his discovery.How does this help us? Water in the desert is sure to be buried so deeply we would have to dig for weeks to find it.Yes, said Eragon delightedly, but as long as it’s there, I can get it.Watch! He deepened the hole, then mentally accessed the magic.Instead of changing the dirt into water, he simply summoned forth the moisture that was already in the earth.With a faint trickle, water rushed into the hole.He smiled and sipped from it.The liquid was cool and pure, perfect for drinking.See! We can get all we need.Saphira sniffed the pool.Here, yes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.There will be few cities, if any.And then there is the desert itself.What do you know of it?”“Only that it’s hot, dry, and full of sand,” confessed Eragon.“That about sums it up,” replied Murtagh.“It’s filled with poisonous and inedible plants, venomous snakes, scorpions, and a blistering sun.You saw the great plain on our way to Gil’ead?”It was a rhetorical question, but Eragon answered anyway, “Yes, and once before.”“Then you are familiar with its immense range.It fills the heart of the Empire.Now imagine something two or three times its size, and you’ll understand the vastness of the Hadarac Desert.That is what you’re proposing to cross.”Eragon tried to envision a piece of land that gigantic but was unable to grasp the distances involved.He retrieved the map of Alagaësia from his saddlebags.The parchment smelled musty as he unrolled it on the ground.He inspected the plains and shook his head in amazement.“No wonder the Empire ends at the desert.Everything on the other side is too far away for Galbatorix to control.”Murtagh swept his hand over the right side of the parchment.“All the land beyond the desert, which is blank on this map, was under one rule when the Riders lived.If the king were to raise up new Riders under his command, it would allow him to expand the Empire to an unprecedented size.But that wasn’t the point I was trying to make.The Hadarac Desert is so huge and contains so many dangers, the chances are slim that we can cross it unscathed.It is a desperate path to take.”“We are desperate,” said Eragon firmly.He studied the map carefully.“If we rode through the belly of the desert, it would take well over a month, perhaps even two, to cross it.But if we angle southeast, toward the Beor Mountains, we could cut through much faster.Then we can either follow the Beor Mountains farther east into the wilderness or go west to Surda.If this map is accurate, the distance between here and the Beors is roughly equal to what we covered on our way to Gil’ead.”“But that took us nearly a month!”Eragon shook his head impatiently.“Our ride to Gil’ead was slow on account of my injuries.If we press ourselves, it’ll take only a fraction of that time to reach the Beor Mountains.”“Enough.You made your point,” acknowledged Murtagh.“Before I consent, however, something must be solved.As I’m sure you noticed, I bought supplies for us and the horses while I was in Gil’ead.But how can we get enough water? The roving tribes who live in the Hadarac usually disguise their wells and oases so no one can steal their water.And carrying enough for more than a day is impractical.Just think about how much Saphira drinks! She and the horses consume more water at one time than we do in a week.Unless you can make it rain whenever we need, I don’t see how we can go the direction you propose.”Eragon rocked back on his heels.Making rain was well beyond his power.He suspected that not even the strongest Rider could have done it.Moving that much air was like trying to lift a mountain.He needed a solution that would not drain all of his strength.I wonder if it’s possible to convert sand into water? That would solve our problem, but only if it doesn’t take too much energy.“I have an idea,” he said.“Let me experiment, then I’ll give you an answer.” Eragon strode out of the camp, with Saphira following closely.What are you going to try? she asked.“I don’t know,” he muttered.Saphira, could you carry enough water for us?She shook her enormous head.No, I wouldn’t even be able to lift that much weight, let alone fly with it.Too bad.He knelt and picked up a stone with a cavity large enough for a mouthful of water.He pressed a clump of dirt into the hollow and studied it thoughtfully.Now came the hard part.Somehow he had to convert the dirt into water.But what words should I use? He puzzled over it for a moment, then picked two he hoped would work.The icy magic rushed through him as he breached the familiar barrier in his mind and commanded, “Deloi moi!”Immediately the dirt began to absorb his strength at a prodigious rate.Eragon’s mind flashed back to Brom’s warning that certain tasks could consume all of his power and take his life.Panic blossomed in his chest.He tried to release the magic but could not.It was linked to him until the task was complete or he was dead.All he could do was remain motionless, growing weaker every moment.Just as he became convinced that he would die kneeling there, the dirt shimmered and morphed into a thimbleful of water.Relieved, Eragon sat back, breathing hard.His heart pounded painfully and hunger gnawed at his innards.What happened? asked Saphira.Eragon shook his head, still in shock from the drain on his body’s reserves.He was glad that he had not tried to transmute anything larger.This.this won’t work, he said.I don’t even have the strength to give myself a drink.You should have been more careful, she chided.Magic can yield unexpected results when the ancient words are combined in new ways.He glared at her.I know that, but this was the only way I could test my idea.I wasn’t going to wait until we were in the desert! He reminded himself that she was only trying to help.How did you turn Brom’s grave into diamond without killing yourself? I can barely handle a bit of dirt, much less all that sandstone.I don’t know how I did it, she stated calmly.It just happened.Could you do it again, but this time make water?Eragon, she said, looking him squarely in the face.I’ve no more control over my abilities than a spider does.Things like that occur whether I will them or not.Brom told you that unusual events happen around dragons.He spoke truly.He gave no explanation for it, nor do I have one.Sometimes I can work changes just by feel, almost without thought.The rest of the time—like right now—I’m as powerless as Snowfire.You’re never powerless, he said softly, putting a hand on her neck.For a long period they were both quiet.Eragon remembered the grave he had made and how Brom lay within it.He could still see the sandstone flowing over the old man’s face.“At least we gave him a decent burial,” he whispered.He idly swirled a finger in the dirt, making twisting ridges.Two of the ridges formed a miniature valley, so he added mountains around it.With his fingernail he scratched a river down the valley, then deepened it because it seemed too shallow.He added a few more details until he found himself staring at a passable reproduction of Palancar Valley.Homesickness welled up within him, and he obliterated the valley with a swipe of his hand.I don’t want to talk about it, he muttered angrily, staving off Saphira’s questions.He crossed his arms and glared at the ground.Almost against his will, his eyes flicked back to where he had gouged the earth.He straightened, surprised.Though the ground was dry, the furrow he had made was lined with moisture.Curious, he scraped away more dirt and found a damp layer a few inches under the surface.“Look at this!” he said excitedly.Saphira lowered her nose to his discovery.How does this help us? Water in the desert is sure to be buried so deeply we would have to dig for weeks to find it.Yes, said Eragon delightedly, but as long as it’s there, I can get it.Watch! He deepened the hole, then mentally accessed the magic.Instead of changing the dirt into water, he simply summoned forth the moisture that was already in the earth.With a faint trickle, water rushed into the hole.He smiled and sipped from it.The liquid was cool and pure, perfect for drinking.See! We can get all we need.Saphira sniffed the pool.Here, yes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]