第五章:门的另一边(9)
’ Chaos reigned in the prison courtyard. Hiccup looked around with his mouth open. It was as if he had stepped through the door into another, grimmer world. Long lines of tables with people sitting eating at them seemed to suggest that this was some sort of open-air dining room. The people were of all ages from six or seven upward, and had the S of the Slavemark on their foreheads. But around these people eating was the manic din of war, and the sheer mad noise of it caused ears to ring as if an orchestra in Valhalla had turned up the volume to ‘extra loud’. Screaming warriors ran hither and thither,