“From the corner of his eye, Eragon saw Orik hewing Urgal necks with mighty blows of his ax.”

“Lifaen beamed and cried, “Isn’t she glorious? See how her scales catch the light! No treasure in the world can match this sight.” Similar exclamations floated across the river from Narí.“Bloody unbearable, that’s what it is,” muttered Orik into his beard. Eragon hid a smile, though he agreed with the dwarf. The elves never seemed to tire of praising Saphira.Nothing’s wrong with a few compliments, said Saphira. She landed with a gigantic splash and submerged her head to escape a diving sparrow.Of course not, said Eragon.Saphira eyed him from underwater. Was that sarcasm?”

“Yes it is" Eragon said before his courage left him "just like you”

“Eragon cried out, and in his desperation he reached for Saphira and the Eldunarí... and without meaning to, he drew from their stories of energy. And with that energy he cast a spell.It was a spell without words... His was a spell of instinct and emotion; language could not contain it.”

“With her jaws and talons, Saphira tore through an Urgal.”

“What have you done?' he said, his voice hollow and strained. He stepped back and put his fists to his temples. 'What have you done!'With an effort, Eragon said, 'Made you understand.”

“Let'sss just kill him," said the shorter Ra'zac. "He has caused us much grief." The taller one ran his finger down his sword. "A good plan. But remember, the king's instructions were to keep them alive."-from Eragon, Chapter Title: The Ra'zac's Revenge.”