
… and what does he have to be angry about? It’s not like Roran decided to trade his sparkly dragon for Katrina. He shook his head, but whether with amazement or anger, he knew not. It’s not like getting a wife and adding a new house will magically make the farm more productive.Įragon finally admits that Roran is being logical, and asks him if this means an end to their hot sweaty cousin-love in the barn… uh, I mean he warns him that Garrow won’t like this one bit. Possibly followed by several other mouths to feed. and of course, another mouth to feed won’t put the slightest financial strain on this allegedly dirt-poor chicken-eating family. If all goes well, I’ll soon be back working on the farm, with a wife.”

Roran points out that in spring there’ll be a LOT of work to be done, meaning he’s not as stupid as Eragon clearly thinks he is. This year they’ll make enough on the harvest that Garrow will be able to hire some more hands and then Roran can go to the Academy next year…. “Spring’s the time I’ll be needed the most.” Or is this all just a setup for another clumsy Star Wars reference?.

Is he a lazy ass who just doesn’t wanna do the chores for a couple months while Uncle Garrow nurses a bottle of whiskey?.“No, Roran! Don’t marry Katrina! Don’t I mean anything to you?!” A weird homoerotic scene in the third book might suggest that, um, he wants Roran to himself.It’s not like he dislikes her or doesn’t know her. I’m also not quite clear on why he’s so violently anti-marriage-to-Katrina. “Wait until we’re ready for planting.”Įragon is the worst liar ever, isn’t he? Farms are at their LEAST busy during the winter, and waiting until they’re ready for planting would mean waiting until there WAS a lot of work to leave. “There’s too much work on the farm for you to leave now,” protested Eragon. What if she decides to marry someone else? Oh wait, their Wuv Is Troo. Not only does this seem kind of douchebaggily presumptuous, but it seems kind of risky – he’s leaving town without telling Katrina why for an out-of-town job.

But then, now people don’t HAVE to get married to run a household or have kids.Īpparently Roran hasn’t actually asked her yet, but he plans to in the SPRINGTIME which is when he’ll come back and get a house built. I’m assuming that this is more of Paolini’s modern upbringing coming into it, where kissing someone and passing “telephone” messages back and forth doesn’t mean you’re gonna get married. She’s an attractive, capable, stupidly pro-Stu woman whom Roran is apparently attracted to – so why’s he so surprised? Since there’s a lack of social-climbing possibilities in Carvahall, I’m not quite sure why Roran marrying Katrina comes as a huge shock to Eragon. Yes, generally people in medieval times got married if they could possibly afford it. This kid really got beaten by the stupid stick, didn’t he? Actually, it’s more like he ran headlong into a tree. He remembered seeing Katrina and Roran kissing during the traders’ visit, but marriage? But for some reason Eragon is SHOCKED, simply SHOCKED that his cousin would actually want to marry a girl. So he tells Roran to fuhgeddabout it, but Roran says he’s gonna take the job because he wants to marry Katrina. And if they’re so dirt-poor, I can see why Garrow doesn’t want one of them moving out since they are, y’know, FARMERS. Of COURSE he’s gonna tell daddy.Įragon reveals that Garrow has some sort of weird fixation on keeping them there, which is another anachronistically modern attitude – in any medieval society, peasants usually lived and died pretty much where they were born.

Otherwise Garrow would form a posse and go hunting through the woods to see if he’d been eaten by wolves or something like that. “Yes.” A grimly amused smile played across Roran’s face. “Are you going to tell Garrow?” asked Eragon. All millers did it, and since that was their primary function in society, it’s not exactly a secret. Yes, I think most people know what millers did. During winter they ground whatever people brought them, but in harvest season they bought grain and sold it as flour. Oh, and for no discernible reason, he offered Roran a job at his newly expanded mill. Apparently the smith in his own village isn’t up to the task, which is pretty contrived and not very believable – why not say the dude hurt his hand and couldn’t work for awhile? While they’re walking home, Roran announces that there was some dude from another village who popped over to have Horst make him some sockets for his mill. Another ubershort chapter without much of a point, except establishing exactly what everybody knows.
