第五章：门的另一边(17)

And then Snotlout composed himself, put on his arrogance once again, and narrowed his eyes for the fight. ‘You have no reason to say that. I may have made that runt Fishlegs a slave, but I did not make you slaves. You did that to yourselves, by not showing our King Alvin enough respect.’ ‘We acted out of loyalty to Stoick. But you did not try to intervene with our so-called King Alvin on our behalf, did you, Snotlout?’ said Gobber thoughtfully. ‘Why should I when you act like fools?’ snorted Snotlout. ‘Ashamed of me? I should be ashamed of you, and you should be proud that I am a Chief. You were never a Chief, Baggy, were you?’ sneered Snotlout. ‘You were not really Chief material.’ He patted his father on the shoulder and sauntered off. OK, so this wasn’t all right. This wasn’t all right at all. Hiccup’s hand was shaking as he picked up his mussel and continued eating. Lost in the Seeking? What did that mean? Where on earth was Fishlegs?

A little girl was sitting beside him, with huge doom-y eyes, a bear-suit with all the buttons done up in the wrong button-holes and very dark straggly hair that stuck straight out of her head at odd angles. She seemed to read his mind. ‘Shh,’ said the little girl. A lot of her teeth had recently fallen out and she was very serious for such a small person. ‘We’re not allowed to talk about the Lost. It’s not good for morale.’ Lost????? What do you mean, Lost????? But now the little girl said in an interested fashion, ‘Warty McSmelly, your waistcoat is on fire.’ Aaagh!