第五章：门的另一边(12)

Warty McSmelly,’ said Hiccup. ‘Good name,’ said Stoick approvingly. ‘What Tribe were you, before the Slavemark?’ ‘The Lost Tribe,’ said Hiccup, thinking fast.
‘Welcome to the Company of Amber-Hunters, Warty McStinky,’ bellowed Stoick, giving him a hearty slap on the back. ‘McSmelly,’ Hiccup corrected him, choking slightly on his mussel. ‘You have to belong to a group here, McSmelky.’ ‘Smelly…’ Oh for Thor’s sake, his father couldn’t even remember his fake name! He was going to forget it himself at this rate. ‘Otherwise you won’t last a day out there on the Sands,’ bellowed Stoick importantly. ‘We are the Amber-Hunters. Listen up, Amber-Hunters! We have a new boy here! This is Portly McSpelly, late of the Lost Tribe.’ Hiccup looked at the Amber-Hunters and then around him at the courtyard, and his heart sank right down into his sandals. Everything was back to front and upside down. All the wrong people were in charge. Up at the High Table were the Warriors of the Wilderwest, swaggering around in their purple and yellow sashes, and amongst them Hiccup recognised some of the more unpleasant Hooligans from his own Tribe, the new chief, Snotface Snotlout, and his cronies Dogsbreath the Duhbrain and Clueless.