第二十八章：面对那些“音乐”...还有阿尔文和巫婆(21)
to save the Archipelago, I had forgotten to ask the questions that make a King a King? ‘And is it, in fact, the Questions that are more important than the Quest? ‘Perhaps,’ (here again Valhallarama sighed) ‘I had to face the cold facts, dropping on me like a tree trunk from above. Destiny had not chosen me for King because for all my intelligence, I did not have the sympathetic mind that could ask such questions in the first place…
‘You see, the Hooligan Tribe has never had slaves. But we have stood by and let other Tribes take slaves. We have closed our eyes to the misery of places such as this, the great Prison Darkheart. We have pretended that they do not really exist. ‘But my son Hiccup did not pretend that they did not exist. Is that what a King is? ‘And then, you see, there is the Question of the dragons. My son put that rather neatly, don’t you think, witch?’ said Valhallarama proudly. ‘Are we to say goodbye for ever, to the magic and the dreaming and the flying of our childhoods?’ ‘A childish Question, perhaps, that could only be put by a child. For it is too late, already,’ hissed the witch, her smile a death-grin. ‘The war has, regretfully,
‘You see, the Hooligan Tribe has never had slaves. But we have stood by and let other Tribes take slaves. We have closed our eyes to the misery of places such as this, the great Prison Darkheart. We have pretended that they do not really exist. ‘But my son Hiccup did not pretend that they did not exist. Is that what a King is? ‘And then, you see, there is the Question of the dragons. My son put that rather neatly, don’t you think, witch?’ said Valhallarama proudly. ‘Are we to say goodbye for ever, to the magic and the dreaming and the flying of our childhoods?’ ‘A childish Question, perhaps, that could only be put by a child. For it is too late, already,’ hissed the witch, her smile a death-grin. ‘The war has, regretfully,
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