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Power, it is said, lies where the people believe it resides. Some attain power by the sheer willpower to climb to the top. Others have power bestowed upon them by those already in power. But the right to rule, is something you're born with. One can never attain that, no matter how hard they try. I realized that as we rode through the gates of the Capital. Eragon sat taller in his saddle as the portcullis was raised, his nose pointed high in the air. His movements were more fluid, more relaxed. There was an air about him that made everyone turn to stare. And they did. The guards fell to their knees as we rode past, nearly forcing their heads into the earth in the process. People stared as we rode past, through the tightly packed streets with several houses packed closely together. T
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