第二十二章：最后一刻的英雄结局(23)
‘But… but… the helmet… that was Hiccup’s helmet…’ protested Fishlegs. ‘And they brought it up from the sea… There isn’t really any other explanation.’
‘Oh for Thor’s sake,’ said Camicazi in exasperation. ‘Have you not hung around with him for long enough to know that you never give up hope until you are presented with an actual Hiccup skeleton, solemnly registered and verified by the Valkyrie Death Committee as completely authentic?’
‘Yes, but…’
‘We thought you were dead back there in the Slavelands, remember, and look! You turned up again large as life – or rather, skinny and asthmatic and eczema-covered as life! What would have happened if we stopped looking for you?’
‘But… but… but…’ spluttered Fishlegs. ‘But sometimes people really ARE dead, Camicazi! And it’s Doomsday Eve… We only have twenty-four hours before the King gets crowned, and Alvin has all the Things…We haven’t got a hope...’
‘It’s a tight deadline,’ admitted Camicazi. ‘But then again Hiccup always works best under tight deadlines…’
‘I want to believe you,’ said Fishlegs longingly. ‘I really, really want to believe you, but where IS he, Camicazi?’
‘Oh for Thor’s sake,’ said Camicazi in exasperation. ‘Have you not hung around with him for long enough to know that you never give up hope until you are presented with an actual Hiccup skeleton, solemnly registered and verified by the Valkyrie Death Committee as completely authentic?’
‘Yes, but…’
‘We thought you were dead back there in the Slavelands, remember, and look! You turned up again large as life – or rather, skinny and asthmatic and eczema-covered as life! What would have happened if we stopped looking for you?’
‘But… but… but…’ spluttered Fishlegs. ‘But sometimes people really ARE dead, Camicazi! And it’s Doomsday Eve… We only have twenty-four hours before the King gets crowned, and Alvin has all the Things…We haven’t got a hope...’
‘It’s a tight deadline,’ admitted Camicazi. ‘But then again Hiccup always works best under tight deadlines…’
‘I want to believe you,’ said Fishlegs longingly. ‘I really, really want to believe you, but where IS he, Camicazi?’
冰九囚笼二十六
