第十四章：幸运之神眷顾阿尔文(11)

’ Snotlout had already had a very difficult twenty- four hours. His ego had taken quite a bashing out there on the sands yesterday. But you see, Alvin the Treacherous did not have a grateful nature. Alvin ignored this, and if anything, held the hook
a little closer, so that blood dropped down from Snotlout’s throat. ‘YOU BETTER BE QUICK!’ screamed Alvin. ‘THIS HOOK IS HUNGRY!’ Now, this is what you might call a ‘moral dilemma’. Snotlout had been mean to Hiccup all his life. He was a bully and a thoroughly bad lot. He was indeed the one who had thrown the stone that revealed Hiccup as having the Slavemark, when Hiccup had been about to be crowned Champion of Champions and King of the Wilderwest in the Flashburn School of Swordfighting. But how could Hiccup, in cold blood, let Alvin the Treacherous kill Snotlout? Snotlout was his cousin and a fellow human being. And maybe, just maybe, very, very deep down indeed, there was some good in Snotlout after all. And possibly there was some way out of this completely packed courtyard, so he could escape even after he’d given himself up? Hiccup sighed. Maybe Alvin is right, maybe I am too weak to be a king…