第三十章：黑心监狱之战(21)

The Vikings were lucky that any of them made it through the white hot fury of the Dragon Rebellion assault that day. Only by valiant fighting, with the utmost skill of sword and shield and spear did the Viking fleets escape, shooting and blasting their way through the numberless talons and teeth, the scorching devastation of the dragons’ flames. Even then, it was with bloodied burning boats, sails on fire, and many of their numbers lost. The Company of the Dragonmark made their way to the Bog-Burglar Islands, and the witch and her Warriors to the Uglithug lands in the east. But the dragons had Darkheart at last. So the Thunderer was surprised to find Furious in such abject misery. ‘Furious…

What is wrong? Surely this is our finest hour?’ ‘You do not understand,’ growled Furious. ‘The boy Hiccup has escaped.’ ‘But one human boy,’ said the Thunderer in surprise. ‘Surely one little human boy, so small, so pink, no talons, no fire… Surely one little boy cannot matter so very much?’
‘This is no ordinary boy,’ replied Furious. And then, he uncurled himself and rose up, slowly, dangerously, like a phoenix from the ashes. His body began to burn bright again. ‘He must never grow up,’ vowed the Dragon Furious. ‘He must never reach the island of Tomorrow. ‘Never again shall I make the mistake of entrusting his killing to someone else,’ panted the Dragon Furious. ‘This time I will kill him myself…