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Eragon didn't see my mark. That was the only thought that had been ringing in my ears ever since I came to the realization. I wracked my brain several times, wondering why or how that happened, but I couldn't come up with anything tangible. The meeting which I had presumed would last just for some minutes or most likely an hour, ended up lasting for more than five hours. Maria and I stood outside the door and listened. From time to time, a heated argument could be heard from inside, but I never heard Eragon's voice. At one point, Lady Dimera went into the room for some reason. When she walked past Maria and me, neither of us missed the dirty looks she kept throwing at us. "b***h," Maria muttered under her breath. "She probably has something to do with all this." "I doubt it," I repli