Into hiding   Faryd burst out of Galbatorix´s castle, gasping
and laughing in amazement. He, Faryd Derekson, had stolen the
last egg from Galbatorix´s clutches! "You! Boy! What have you
there?!" Faryd jumped, expecting he had been caught. Quickly
searching for an excuse, he turned, fearing the worst...the
guard was striding towards a servant boy holding gold bracelets
in his hands. Faryd sighed.The guard had not even noticed him.
But even in his relief, Faryd knew he needed to get away. Making
his descision, he turned and sprinted into the spine.   When he
reached a clearing in the forest, he sat down under a willow
tree, exhausted.He had to hide the egg somewhere. But where
should he take it? He couldn´t take it home, that would put his
family in danger. Suddenly, he remembered a story being told. A
story about a dragon rider, born not too long ago in Carvahall,
not unlike himself. Eragon. That was his name. And..Saphira.
Saphira was his dragon´s name. An idea formed slowly in his
head. He could take the egg