GoLD_Dante: переводы

→<i>I hope you are right.</i>

→“There must be a way!”

→“What if he finds out?”

→“Does Galbatorix know where you are?” she finally asked.

→After he fed her and departed, she tried to sleep, but the constant pain of her wounds made it impossible for her to do more than doze.

→<i>And, perhaps, Galbatorix.</i>

→“Do you think that the Vault of Souls contains spirits?” asked Eragon.

→Saphira responded with a low hum.

→To Eragon’s surprise, Orik grabbed him by the forearm and pulled him into a rough embrace. “May Gûntera watch over you.” As they separated, Orik reached over and slapped the palm of his hand against Saphira’s side. “And you as well, Saphira. Safe journeys to the both of you.”

→“I’ll try not to.”

→“You were most eloquent,” said Arya.

→“Was it?” Eragon asked, feeling dazed.

→“Well done, Eragon!” said Orik, clapping him on the arm.

→Eragon had asked Roran for advice beforehand, and Roran had told him, “Remember, they’re not your enemies. You have nothing to fear from them. They <i>want</i> to like you. Speak clearly, speak honestly, and whatever you do, keep your doubts to yourself. That’s the way to win them over. They’re going to be frightened and dismayed once you tell them about Nasuada. Give them the reassurance they need, and they’ll follow you through the very gates of Urû’baen.”

→Next Eragon sent a runner to bring Jörmundur and Blödhgarm to his tent. Once they arrived, it took Eragon, Arya, and Saphira another hour to explain the situation to them and—harder still—to convince them that the trip was necessary. Blödhgarm was the easiest to win over to their point of view, whereas Jörmundur objected vociferously. Not because he doubted the veracity of the information from Solembum, nor even because he doubted its importance—on both those points he accepted Eragon’s word without question—but, as he argued with increasing vehemence, because it would destroy the Varden if they woke to find not only that Nasuada had been kidnapped but that Eragon and Saphira had vanished to parts unknown.

→The problem was, he did not think he could do what needed to be done. He could command the Varden; of that, he was reasonably sure. But as for how he might go about capturing Urû’baen and killing Galbatorix, there he was at a loss. He did not have the strength to go up against Murtagh, much less the king, and it seemed unlikely in the extreme that he could think of a way around either of their wards. Capturing their minds, or at least Galbatorix’s, seemed equally improbable.

→“We all failed her,” said Eragon. “And if there had been more of you there, more of you would have died.”

→In time, however, his body began to relax, and almost without his realizing it, the shifting, rainbow visions of his waking dreams crept over him.

→He made an effort to still his mind. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on counting his breaths in batches of ten. It was difficult to keep his attention focused on the task; every few seconds, another thought or sensation would threaten to distract him, and he often forgot the count.

→<i>What was Nasuada thinking when she chose me as her successor? </i> he wondered. He remembered the reasons she had given him, but they did nothing to alleviate his doubts. <i>Did she really believe I could take her place? Why not Jörmundur? He’s been with the Varden for decades, and he knows so much more about command and strategy.</i>