第二十九章：一个意想不到的发展(7)

girl… That must be where the horrible little Hiccup brat gets his brains from, because it’s certainly not from his idiotic father… ‘A raven does make a lovely pet,’ admitted the witch. ‘But I am trying not to use Vorpent poison as much actually – it isn’t as effective as it used to be…’ ‘You lied, witch, didn’t you?’ persisted Valhallarama. ‘This arrow belongs to your son Alvin, and it was he who shot my Phantom.’ Silence. The witch’s tongue had run out of lies. Valhallarama turned back to the crowd. ‘You do have a choice of Kings here, peoples of the Archipelago,’ said Valhallarama. ‘Don’t let anybody tell you that you do not have a choice. ‘You can choose the lying witch’s son, Alvin, the man with the golden nose, the blood-soaked hook and the empty heart.’ She pointed at Alvin, a splendid muscly, Emperor-like figure, it has to be admitted, and so bedecked with the Lost Things, it was almost ridiculous. ‘And you know in your heart of hearts what this man Alvin is offering you.

‘Or you can choose my own son, Hiccup, who is not a runt, but something special, and who offers you the hope of a new and better world.’