"It's to easy" commented Nasuada "Surely he wouldn't just let us walk in and take over his castle without putting up a single defence? It has to be a trap..."

"There's nothing we can do about it now, just wait and see how Eragon does on his own" Jormundur answered her.

Eragon took a deep breath and charged through the door.

"Die Galbatorix!" he cried.

"Y-y-yes please" came a whimper from behind a screen in the corner of the room.

"Galbatorix?" Eragon pulled aside the screen.

"P-please, kill m-me" murmured Galby.

Eragon was astounded with what he saw: the king was curled up in the fetal position, his eyes rolling around aimlessly. He looked very thin and grey-skinned. Next to him sat a teenage girl, probably about fourteen years of age, grinning manicaly.