You ran rushing through the corridors to freedom, you stole the Bugle from the plague, your key to victory. You ran ahead of Eragon, telling him where to turn while he hugged the Forge tightly. Until you stopped abruptly, Death grabbed it you, brother of the Plague. He squeezed his huge hand around your neck and turned his head saying to Eragon:

Death: Return the Bugle or I'll strangle her.