第十四章：幸运之神眷顾阿尔文(8)

… and in front of the witch was yet another someone who Hiccup knew from the past. They say that the past has a way of catching up with you, and the distant and not-so-distant past was certainly catching up with Hiccup big-time, in the two days in which he had been trapped in the great Prison Darkheart. The Hairy Scary Librarian was holding, in his
hands, Hiccup’s helmet. The one that Windwalker had accidentally left in the bay because he was so upset. Aaargh. It was too late for Hiccup to get away now. He was so wedged in by the crowd he couldn’t even move. Alvin the Treacherous stood up, his warts swelling with revolting gloating triumph like he’d just won the Barbaric Games. ‘MISERABLE SLAVES OF THE AMBER SLAVELANDS!’ called out Alvin. ‘WE HAVE A TRAITOR IN OUR MIDST!’ Murmurs of astonishment among the slaves. ‘This morning,’ continued Alvin, ‘one of our “trusty” slaves, Hairy here, was out in the bay of the Dragons’ Graveyard cleaning up after the Dragon Rebellion attack, when he discovered this helmet. ‘My Warriors tell me that this was the very helmet that was worn by that traitor Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third when they last found him undoing our dragon-traps.’ Oh for Thor’s sake, thought Hiccup bitterly. I knew I never liked that helmet. ‘And we have also recently discovered a secret door that opens on to a drainage tunnel that leads