It is never explicitly answered, but the most common thought is that the tree was telling Eragon to "Go" - to leave Alagaesia forever. This is one of the biggest unanswered questions in the entire cycle. well, I don't know what she got, but we have what we came for, and that's what matters. "But.," Eragon said out loud, puzzled that the Menoa tree had not told him what she wanted.Īt least we got the brightsteel, said Eragon, and the Menoa tree. Around them, looming pines relaxed and resumed their usual position. Go.And the tree's consciousness withdrew from him and Saphira, receding deeper and deeper into itself until Eragon could barely sense its presence. 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? It was hers now, whatever that meant.From Brisingr, hardback ed. She got out of the car and stood there, staring up at the restaurant with a sense of all that she had inherited. She pulled in and put on the parking brake. She drove, with the window down, to Pacific Fish. June felt herself about to cry and so she put her sunglasses over her eyes and pulled out of the parking lot. 'If you need me, have the office call me.' 'How about we think of it the other way around?' June said, smiling.
'If you feel up for going to school, then that's where you should be.' 'No, honey,' June said, taking her daughter's hand. But Nina turned back, put her hand on the door handle, and looked at her mother. When they pulled into the drop-off circle, Jay and Hud took off. She dropped Kit off at the elementary building and then drove Nina, Jay, and Hud to junior high. The day after the funeral, June took the kids to school. One woman all alone, with four kids, and a restaurant she had never wanted. Standing there in the hospital, June felt like she'd been caught in an undertow. June watched the nurses take her mother's body away. “Christina died of a stroke in the fall of 1971, at the age of sixty-one.
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