Samuel stepped onto the Great Porch at Dragonsreach. The Great Porch was made of stone, and had a dining table near the balcony. Jarl Balgruff, his steward Proventus Avvenici, and his personal guard Irileth sat on the table.
Samuel walked over to him. "Are you ready?"
"As I promised, my men stand ready. The great chains are oiled. We wait on your word," said Jarl Balgruff.
"I'm ready. Let's trap a dragon."
"My men know what to do. Make sure you do your part. I'm putting my city in your hands."
Samuel walked to the edge of the balcony. He closed his eyes.
For a moment nothing happened. Then, something roared in the distance.
"Hear that?" murmured a guard.
A huge red dragon swooped down and grabbed a guard in his claws. The dragon dropped off the edge of the balcony, and the guard plummeted down to the rolling plains of Whiterun Hold, 200 feet below.
Odahviing again swooped down, breathing fire on the table, setting it ablaze.
"Over there!" shouted Jarl Balgruff.
Odahviing flew out of sight.
But not fore long. This time, he roosted on the left area of Dragonsreach's roof, breathing fire everywhere.
"Dragonborn!" screamed Irileth. "Use Dragonrend!"
Odahviing took off. Before he got far, Samuel glared at him in anger.
JOOR ZAH FRUL!
Blue light covered Odahviing's body, forcing him to land on the porch. He walked over to Samuel, his mouth opening.
Samuel stuck his shield in front of him, blocking most of the fire.
"Get him close to the door!" yelled Proventus.
The blue light dissipitated. Odahviing readied his wings.
JOOR ZAH FRUL!
Odahviing walked closer to Samuel.
"Now!" shouted Jarl Balgruff.
A guard pulled a lever and a massive wooden bar fell down, right on top of Odahviing's neck, trapping him to the ground. He breathed more fire and struggled immensely, before giving up. He looked at Samuel.
"Horvutah med kodnaav. Caught like a bear in a trap. Zok frini grind ko grah drun viiki, Dovahkiin. Ah. I forget. You do not have the dovah speech. My...eagerness to meet in you in battle was my...undoing. Dovahkiin. I salute your, hmm...low cunning in devising such a grand grahmindol, stratagem. Zu'u bonaar. You went through a great deal of trouble to put me in such a...humiliating position. Hind siiv Alduin, hmm? No doubt you want to know where to find Alduin?"
"That's right," smiled Samuel. "Where is he?" His fingers crept across his sword hilt, waiting to pull out the steel blade.
"Rinik vazah. An apt phrase. Alduin bovul. One reason I came to your call was to test your Thu'um for myself. Many of us have begun to question Alduin's lordship, whether his Thu'um was truly the strongest. Among ourselves, of course. None were yet ready to openly defy him.
"You were telling me to find Alduin?"
"Unslaad krosis. Innumerable pardons. I digress. He has traveled to Sovngarde to regain his strength, devouring the sillesejoor...the souls of the mortal dead. A privilege he jealously guards...His portal to Sovngarde is at Skuldafn, one of ancient fanes high in the eastern mountains. Mindoraan, pah ok middovahe lahvraan til. I surely do not need to warn you that all his remaining strength is marsahlled there. Zu'u lost ofan him laan...now that I have answered your question, you will allow me to go free?"
Samuel laughed. "Not until Alduin is defeated."
Odahviing snorted. "Ah. Well. Hmm...krosis. There is one...detail about Skuldafn I neglected to mention.
"Tell me what you know," said Samuel, drawing his sword. "Or I kill you and take your soul here and now."
"Only this. You have the Thu'um of a dovah, but without the wings of one, you will never set foot in Skuldafn. Of course...i could fly you there. But while imprisoned like this."
Samuel grunted. "We seem to be at an impasse, then."
"Indeed. Orin brit ro. I cannot leave here until you defeat Alduin, which you cannot do without my help.
Samuel narrowed his eyes. "Fine. I'll set you free if you promise to take me to Skuldafn. "
"Onikraan koraav gein miraad. It is wise to recognize when you have only one choice. And you can trust me. Zu'u ni tahrodiis. Alduin has proven himself unworthy to rule. I go my own way now. Free me, and I will carry you to Skuldafn."
Samuel walked over to the trap lever and saw the guard there.
"Something to tell the grandkids, eh?" she chuckled.
"Open the trap," said Samuel.
"You sure about that? You want to let that dragon loose after all the trouble to catch him there?"
Samuel sighed. "Yes. I'm sure."
She laughed. "Your funeral. Someone else is going to have to help you get him back in there again."
She pulled the lever and the wooden bar was pulled up. Odahviing walked to the balcony's edge, over the burned wood pile that used to be an expensive dining table.
"faas nu, zint dein ruthi ahst vaal!" said Odahviing. Samuel ran over to him.
"Saaran uth. I await your command, as promised. Are you ready to see the world as only a dovah can?"
"Yes. Take me to Skuldafn."
"Zok brit uth! I warn you, once you've flown the skies of Keizaal, your envy of the dov will only increase. Amativ! Mu bo kotin stinselok."
Samuel climbed onto Odahviing's neck, holding onto his horns.
Irileth chuckled. "You are either the bravest person I've ever met, or the biggest fool."
As Odahviing took off, Jarl Balgruff waved goodbye, hopefully not for the last time. "May Kynareth guide you as you pass through her realm!"
Odahviing flew off toward the mountains.