For Alagaesia: 30. Blessing as a bait

Watching Saphira fly towards him worked wonders on his tired mind and body. If he felt safe when he saw Arya in the prison, he felt every emotion that was worth mentioning as good when he saw Saphira. He couldn't wait for her to reach him. He needed to touch her scales; the jewelled scales that made her more worthy than anything in Alagaesia-be it the Isidar mithrim that she repaired or the menoa tree of the elves-atleast for him. He could now feel her body-warmth on him. Oh, how much he missed it? And the wish to sleep under Saphira's wings took over him and he ran as fast as he could. His eyes started playing games with him by blurring Saphira out and soon his legs joined in by not responding to his will.

For Alagaesia: 29. Dawn

Eragon shifted his worn out body slightly. It was better if he could stay immobile because every movement induced a pain in him like being stabbed by a hundred spears. Staying immobile had its own discomfort for it stopped blood flow making his body ache for some movement. The foul smell of the dungeon cell he was in combined with his own dirty body layered with blood and some white liquid that oozed from his wounds was too much to bear that it nauseated him. But his stomach was empty and nothing remained in it to vomit. He wanted sleep to take over him but unconsciously he avoided sleep. He feared that sleeping would again put him through the hell, he had faced thinking he was dead. It was the worst moment in all of his captivity except perhaps the time when Galbatorix had gained entry into his mind for a few fractions of a second. No he wouldn't sleep hereafter. Not without resting his head against Saphira.

For Alagaesia: 28. Tackling the lion's den

Every wing-beat, a mixture of joy and fear, Saphira flew out of Du Weldenvarden. It was early in the morning now. But she wasn't feeling the usual activeness that comes with the morning. In fact, she felt worse than she did at night when she had been in Du Weldenvarden. The mystic-forest-of-elves had a calming effect on her. But now that she was back in the open air, she was feeling more and more that their doom was near. But ever since, she had started off from Ellesmera, the immense worry that she had been feeling for five days had left her. It indicated only one thing: the danger that Eragon was facing was gone. His life wasn't threatened atleast for now. That one thought gave her the strength to face every adversity that lay ahead of her.

For Alagaesia: 27. Eventful evening

The sun was low in the western sky. The meeting was going on so well that Nasuada thought that at the end of the meeting even the most hateful man of the Varden would have got one friend from the Urgals. It was a master stroke by Roran who had arranged this meeting. It was held under the pretense of reiterating their opposition to Galbatorix in difficult times. Roran had planned this meeting earlier when he had taken over the affairs of Urgals to create awareness about the Urgal customs among the Varden. But there had been no time to conduct it till now. Roran was not so keen to conduct the meeting when Saphira and Eragon both were in danger. But Nasuada, being the leader she was had found it to be the best time to conduct it. It served two purposes now: lifting the failing moral strength of the men and getting the men friendly with the Varden. Personally she too was not interested in having this meeting at this time. But she had been taught by her father, Ajihad that whatever difficulty a leader faces, he or she should try to give their best to their followers. This meeting was just one of many things Nasuada had done keeping in mind her father's advise.