Christopher Paolini Quote

My thanks for your hospitality, Roran Stronghammer, he said, raising his voice so that his entire troop could hear. Mayhap I will soon have the honor of entertaining you within the walls of Aroughs. If so, I promise to serve you the finest wines from my family’s estate, and perhaps with them I will be able to wean you off such barbaric milk as you have there. I think you will find our wine has much to recommend it. We let it age in oaken casks for months or sometimes even years. It would be a pity if all that work were wasted and the casks were knocked open and the wine were allowed to run out into the streets and paint them red with the blood of our grapes.That would indeed be a shame, Roran replied, but sometimes you cannot avoid spilling a bit of wine when cleaning your table. Holding the horn out to one side, he tipped it over and poured what little mead remained onto the grass below.Tharos was utterly still for a moment--even the feathers on his helm were motionless--then, with an angry snarl, he yanked his horse around and shouted at his men, Form up! Form up, I say…Yah! And with that final yell, he spurred his horse away from Roran, and the rest of the soldiers followed, urging their steeds to a gallop as they retraced their steps to Aroughs.Roran maintained his pretense of arrogance and indifference until the soldiers were well away, then he slowly released his breath and rested his elbows on his knees. His hands were trembling slightly., he thought, amazed.