That’s why it’s so urgent! That’s why we’re in a hurry!’ ‘OK, OK…’ said Hiccup, stroking the little brown dragon’s back because he seemed so very upset. ‘I’ll do it, I’ll do it…’ ‘And it’s QUITE TRICKY!’ shrieked the Wodensfang. ‘Because you haven’t got a BOAT, or any of the LOST THINGS, or any WEAPONS...’ ‘Don’t worry,’ said Hiccup, ‘I’ll do it…’ ‘The fact that Fate has led us to Hero’s End is important, Hiccup. I can’t tell you exactly why, but this is where Grimbeard the Ghastly was buried. The humans don’t know you’re alive yet, because Alvin killed your cousin Snotlout yesterday and everybody thought it was you...’ The Wodensfang was sounding very tired now, and he was gabbling away as fast as he could, aware that he was about to fall asleep. ‘In a nutshell, trust NOBODY. They all want to kill you. The Dragon Furious, Alvin, EVERYBODY’S TRYING TO KILL YOU...’ ‘I won’t trust anybody,’ said Hiccup soothingly. ‘And finally, Hiccup, when you get to Tomorrow you mustn’t la—’ But the Wodensfang couldn’t say any more. The sleepy substance in the Sand-Shark’s dart was making
the Wodensfang’s eyelids droop, and his forked tongue flop in his mouth. He tried again. ‘You mustn’t la—’ But it was too late. The Wodensfang collapsed with his eyes closed before he could finish the sentence. Which was unfortunate, to say the least, because the sentence he was trying to say was: ‘When you get to Tomorrow you mustn’t land on the beach, because the Dragon Guardians of Tomorrow are guarding it.’ And that was quite an important sentence. The Wodensfang was quite right. However bad things seem to be, they can always get worse.