You, little cat? You could not have done more than scratch me.
Again Solembum hissed, and then he turned on his heel and stalked toward the entrance, his shoulders hunched close to his ears.
Wait, said Glaedr. Did you tell Eragon about this place on Vroengard, this place of secrets that none can remember?
The werecat paused, and without turning around, he growled and brandished the goose leg over his head in an impatient, dismissive gesture. I did.
And did you tell him the page in Domia abr Wyrda wherein he found the location of this place?
So it seems, but I have no memory of it, and I hope that whatever is on Vroengard singes your whiskers and burns your paws.
The entrance to the tent made a loud flapping sound as Solembum swatted it aside; then his small form melted into the shadows, as if he had never existed.
Eragon stood and, with the toe of his boot, pushed the scrap of half-eaten meat out of the tent.
“You should not have been so rough with him,” said Arya.
I had no other choice, said Glaedr.
“Didn’t you? You could have asked his permission first.”
And given him the opportunity to prepare? No. It is done; let it be, Arya.
“I cannot. His pride is wounded. You should attempt to placate him. It would be dangerous to have a werecat as your enemy.”
It is even more dangerous to have a dragon as your enemy. Let it be, elfling.
Troubled, Eragon exchanged looks with Arya. Glaedr’s tone bothered him—and her as well, he could see—but Eragon could not decide what to do about it.
Now, Eragon, the golden dragon said, will you allow me to examine the memories of your conversation with Solembum?
“If you want, but … why? You’ll only end up forgetting.”
Perhaps. And then again, perhaps not. We shall see. Addressing Arya, Glaedr said, Separate your mind from ours, and do not allow Eragon’s memories to taint your consciousness.
“As you wish, Glaedr-elda.” As Arya spoke, the music of her thoughts grew ever more distant. A moment later, the eerie singing faded to silence.
Then Glaedr returned his attention to Eragon. Show me, he commanded.
Ignoring his trepidation, Eragon cast his mind back to when Solembum had first arrived at the tent, and he carefully recalled everything that had transpired between the two of them thereafter. Glaedr’s consciousness melded with Eragon’s so that the dragon could relive the experiences along with him. It was an unsettling sensation; it felt as if he and the dragon were two images stamped onto the same side of a coin.
When he finished, Glaedr withdrew somewhat from Eragon’s mind and then, to Arya, said, When I have forgotten, if I do, repeat to me the words “Andumë and Fíronmas at the hill of sorrows, and their flesh like glass.” This place on Vroengard … I know of it. Or I once did. It was something of importance, something … The dragon’s thoughts grayed for a second, as if a layer of mist had been blown over the hills and valleys of his being, obscuring them. Well? he demanded, regaining his former brusque attitude. Why do we tarry? Eragon, show me your memories.
“I already have.”
Even as Glaedr’s mood turned to disbelief, Arya said, “Glaedr, remember: ‘Andumë and Fíronmas at the hill of sorrows, and their flesh like glass.’ ”
How—Glaedr started, and then he growled with such force, Eragon almost expected to hear the sound out loud. Argh. I hate spells that interfere with one’s memory. They’re the worst form of magic, always leading to chaos and confusion. Half the time they seem to end with family members killing one another without realizing it.
What does the phrase you used mean? Saphira asked.
Nothing, except to me and Oromis. But that was the point; no one would know of it unless I told them.
Arya sighed. “So the spell is real. I suppose you have to go to Vroengard, then. To ignore something of this importance would be folly. If nothing else, we need to know who the spider is at the center of this web.”
I shall go as well, said Glaedr. If someone means to harm you, they may not expect to fight two dragons instead of one. In any event, you will need a guide. Vroengard has become a dangerous place since the destruction of the Riders, and I would not have you fall prey to some forgotten evil.
Eragon hesitated as he noticed a strange yearning in Arya’s gaze, and he realized that she wanted to accompany them as well. “Saphira will fly faster if she only has to carry one person,” he said in a quiet voice.