第二十二章：最后一刻的英雄结局(6)
Stoick stopped.
He had been so busy explaining, that he had only just noticed that the Things were already sitting there on the beach.
‘The Things are already here!’ said Stoick in astonishment.
‘Yes, they are, Stoick,’ smiled the witch condescendingly. ‘Well spotted.’
Stoick was not the brightest barbarian in the business, so it took a while for this to sink in. His brow furrowed.
‘But where is my wife Valhallarama?’
‘Poor stupid Stoick…’ the witch said contemptuously. ‘Always late, always slow on the uptake. We caught your dear wife Valhallarama in the act of burglary and revolution in the early hours of this morning, and I very kindly brought her along so she could have the pleasure of witnessing Alvin’s triumph before we executed her.’
The witch snapped her fingers, and her Alvinsmen staggered over carrying a box on their shoulders. It was the same broken box that Camicazi had been kept in earlier, hastily mended, and wound round untidily with chains, which one of the Alvinsmen unlocked.
Valhallarama exploded out of the box. She was a little crumpled, for a middle-aged woman (even one as fit as Valhallarama) is a little old for being folded up into boxes, but she still had her Warrior dignity intact. Stoick whitened. He saw for the first time, the Dragonmarker prisoners-of-war standing dejectedly in chains on the edges of the crowd.
He had been so busy explaining, that he had only just noticed that the Things were already sitting there on the beach.
‘The Things are already here!’ said Stoick in astonishment.
‘Yes, they are, Stoick,’ smiled the witch condescendingly. ‘Well spotted.’
Stoick was not the brightest barbarian in the business, so it took a while for this to sink in. His brow furrowed.
‘But where is my wife Valhallarama?’
‘Poor stupid Stoick…’ the witch said contemptuously. ‘Always late, always slow on the uptake. We caught your dear wife Valhallarama in the act of burglary and revolution in the early hours of this morning, and I very kindly brought her along so she could have the pleasure of witnessing Alvin’s triumph before we executed her.’
The witch snapped her fingers, and her Alvinsmen staggered over carrying a box on their shoulders. It was the same broken box that Camicazi had been kept in earlier, hastily mended, and wound round untidily with chains, which one of the Alvinsmen unlocked.
Valhallarama exploded out of the box. She was a little crumpled, for a middle-aged woman (even one as fit as Valhallarama) is a little old for being folded up into boxes, but she still had her Warrior dignity intact. Stoick whitened. He saw for the first time, the Dragonmarker prisoners-of-war standing dejectedly in chains on the edges of the crowd.
冰九囚笼二十六
