第三十章：黑心监狱之战(11)

The Hairy Scary Librarian seemed to feel that maybe he was quits with Hiccup, and he had a new score to settle now that he had realised the emptiness of a witch’s promise. So he headed west, to the Bog- Burglar Islands. In the middle of the battle, Gobber the Belch passed Snotlout, deep in thought, looking to west and east. Snotlout couldn’t decide which way to go.
He knew what the witch and Alvin were now, and he hated them almost as much as they scared him. But taking Hiccup as his King? His despised little runt-boy cousin? His pride revolted at the thought. Hiccup had stepped in to save Snotlout, but even that was kind of irritating. ‘Snotlout!’ called Gobber. ‘You can still fight for the right side, Snotlout. You are one of the best Warriors I have ever taught. You remember the Black Star you won against Alvin at the Battle of the Lucky Thirteen? You’d be a tremendous asset to the Company of the Dragonmark. Come with us!’ Snotlout did not answer, and Gobber shrugged his shoulders, and left him there. Snotlout reached into his pocket and took out the Black Star medal, one of the highest awards for bravery the Archipelago can bestow. He turned it over and over, trying to decide. West or east? West or east? Which way would Snotlout go? And that is where we will leave him, standing undecided in the middle of the battlefield. Thinking. Valhallarama fought her way across to Hiccup. ‘DUCK!’ yelled Valhallarama. ‘What?’