第二十二章:最后一刻的英雄结局(9)
‘That is true,’ acknowledged the Druid Guardian.
‘NO!’ cried Stoick, eyes round with horror.
Howls and moans from the Dragonmarkers.
‘But, then… my Hiccup?’ said Stoick. ‘Where is my Hiccup?’
The witch gave an infinitely nasty smile. ‘Your Hiccup is not coming “any minute”. He will never be coming back, I am afraid.’
Valhallarama, proud Valhallarama, dropped to her knees. ‘No! Hiccup! No!’
She had never collapsed before. Stoick leant down to support her…
… and Old Wrinkly, Hiccup’s grandfather, looked thoroughly bewildered. ‘I don’t understand it,’ he said.
‘Your soothsaying was always a little suspect, Wrinkly,’ sneered the witch rudely.
‘It was Snotlout,’ said Gobber flatly, standing chained at the back of the crowd. ‘Snotlout betrayed us all.’
‘Traitor!’ cried Grabbit of Grim. Boos and catcalls from the Dragonmarkers. ‘That treasonous traitor of traitors!’