Eragon’s stomach sank.
Nasuada’s guards moved to intercept the two of them, but Roran shouted, “Let them pass!”
Nasuada signaled to the guards and they stepped aside.
Without slowing, Birgit walked over to Roran.
“Birgit, please don’t,” said Katrina in a low voice, but the other woman ignored her. Arya watched them unblinkingly, her hand on her sword.
“Stronghammer. I always said that I would have my compensation from you for my husband’s death, and now I have come to claim it, as is my right. Will you fight me, or will you pay the debt that is yours?”
Eragon went to stand by Roran. “Birgit, why are you doing this? Why now? Can’t you forgive him and let old sorrows rest?”
Do you want me to eat her? asked Saphira.
Not yet.
Birgit ignored him and kept her gaze fixed on Roran.
“Mother,” said Nolfavrell, tugging on her skirts, but she showed no reaction to his plea.
Nasuada joined them. “I know you,” she said to Birgit. “You fought with the men during the war.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“What quarrel have you with Roran? He has proved himself a fine and valuable warrior on more than one occasion, and I would be most displeased to lose him.”
“He and his family were responsible for the soldiers killing my husband.” She looked at Nasuada for a moment. “The Ra’zac ate him, Your Majesty. They ate him and they sucked the marrow from his bones. I cannot forgive that, and I will have my compensation for it.”
“It was not Roran’s fault,” said Nasuada. “This is unreasonable, and I forbid it.”
“No, it’s not,” said Eragon, though he hated to. “By our custom, she has the right to demand a blood price from everyone who was responsible for Quimby’s death.”
“But it wasn’t Roran’s fault!” exclaimed Katrina.
“But it was,” said Roran in a low voice. “I could have turned myself over to the soldiers. I could have led them away. Or I could have attacked. But I didn’t. I chose to hide, and Quimby died as a result.” He glanced at Nasuada. “This is a matter we must settle among ourselves, Your Majesty. It is a matter of honor, even as the Trial of the Long Knives was for you.”
Nasuada frowned and looked to Eragon. He nodded, so with reluctance, she stepped back.
“What will it be, Stronghammer?” asked Birgit.
“Eragon and I killed the Ra’zac in Helgrind,” said Roran. “Is that not enough?”
Birgit shook her head, her determination never wavering. “No.”
Roran paused then, the muscles in his neck rigid. “Is this what you really want, Birgit?”
“It is.”
“Then I will pay my debt.”
As Roran spoke, Katrina uttered a wail and thrust herself between him and Birgit, still holding their daughter in her arms. “I won’t let you! You can’t have him! Not now! Not after everything we’ve gone through!”
Birgit’s face remained as stone, and she made no move to retreat. Likewise, Roran showed no emotion as he grasped Katrina by the waist and, without apparent effort, lifted her off to the side. “Hold her, would you?” he said to Eragon in a cold voice.
“Roran …”
His cousin gave him a flat stare, then turned back to Birgit.