![]() ![]() ![]() Go.said the Menoa tree, its voice fading away. Here is your metal, whispered the Menoa tree. Then the root around his ankle loosened and retreated into the ground, as did those that had been holding Saphira in place. He winced and rubbed at the spot, but the momentary flare of discomfort had already vanished. As the ore came to rest on the surface of the rich black soil, Eragon felt a slight twinge in his lower belly. Then the ground began to shake and the roots in front of Eragon began to twist and grind, shedding flakes of bark as they pulled aside to reveal a bare patch of dirt, out of which emerged what appeared to be a lump of corroded iron roughly two feet long and and a foot and a half wide. The canopy of the Menoa tree grew still, and for several minutes, all was quiet in the clearing. ![]() Whatever the price, he would gladly pay it for a Rider's sword. Will you give me what I want in return, Dragon Rider? ![]()
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