第十章：绝对的背叛(21)

‘You might be planning to steal those Things, in a bid to become King yourself. You know, in your heart of hearts, that you are not good enough, but against all evidence you might have hoped, you poor boy…’ 
Something in Snotlout’s face, a twitch of his mouth perhaps, betrayed that the witch might be right. But proud as he was, Snotlout said nothing. 
‘You might have thought to trick us all. But,’ and now the witch’s voice hardened, ‘Fate knows her business, and she has always only picked two players as possible Kings: Alvin or Hiccup. You were never good enough, for all your fine Viking qualities.’ Sarcasm dripped from her voice, and Snotlout flinched. ‘Fate has shown you what you really are, and what you really are, is a treacherous worm.’ 

There was a dreadful solemn silence in the Hall, as if everyone was witnessing a bloodless death. 
If you could kill a person with words, stab them with the pure shock of your spite, why, that witch was the person to do it. 
Snotlout looked as if he was about to throw up. 
Even the Alvinsmen were gazing at him with contempt. 
Nobody likes a traitor. 
Snotlout opened his mouth to speak.