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     He stood motionless by the stone window. He face was numb and glazed over by the cold north wind that had been sliding over him for the better part of the night. Perfectly reflected in his eyes, the full moon shone out like a beacon, casting a deathly silver cloak on the land before him. If it weren't for the faint rise and fall of his chest, he could have been a statue.     The king placed a light hand on his white arm.     "You're ice cold Murtagh…" He spoke softly.     Murtagh made no reply. He just kept staring at the moon, in a world between life and death, where madness blooms and all hide themselves in darkness.     "

Chapter 6: Questions Unanswered The next day they had rode very hard and very long. They had coved over sixteen leagues. During that ride, Eragon had not the time or energy to notice the change between Murtagh and Eirien. Nor did they even have chance to exhibit the change, so focused they all were at making haste. When they finally stopped for the night, Murtagh offered to keep the first watch. Eirien was just about to allow herself to sleep when Murtagh moved beside her. She arched an eyebrow at him. "You never answered my question yesterday," he pointed out to her, talking a low voice, so as not to wake Eragon. She pushed herself on her