第七章：训练斗剑和嗅探宝藏(9)
But Hiccup had difficulty keeping it steady, and when he got to the lunge at the end he tended to fall over. He had just got up and wearily picked up the Stretchapoint for another go, when Alvin the Poor-but-Honest Farmer suddenly appeared right behind him and said, "Hiccup, isn't it?"
Hiccup was so startled he nearly fell over again. He hadn't realized he was being watched.
"You're the Heir to Stoick the Vast, aren't you?" smiled Alvin.
Hiccup sighed. "Well, I hope so," he said. "That's the general idea, anyway. But unless I get better at this swordfighting, I'm never going to be anybody's Heir. I'm HOPELESS at it."
[Image: A sword.]
"No, no," said Alvin reassuringly, "you've got natural ability, I can see that. You just need a little coaching, that's all. Let me show you."
Hiccup was so startled he nearly fell over again. He hadn't realized he was being watched.
"You're the Heir to Stoick the Vast, aren't you?" smiled Alvin.
Hiccup sighed. "Well, I hope so," he said. "That's the general idea, anyway. But unless I get better at this swordfighting, I'm never going to be anybody's Heir. I'm HOPELESS at it."
[Image: A sword.]
"No, no," said Alvin reassuringly, "you've got natural ability, I can see that. You just need a little coaching, that's all. Let me show you."
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