12-第四章：更大的麻烦(20)

the Throne and Hiccup’s little hunting-dragon, Toothless: the smallest, naughtiest little hunting-dragon in the whole of the Archipelago, swinging from the back of the Throne in a tiny cage. Toothless, too, thought his Master was dead, so the poor little dragon was limp with his continual crying, his spines all flopped over with his misery, lifting up his head to the sky and howling like a little wolf. ‘Can’t somebody shut that dragon up?’ said Alvin, between gritted teeth, gripping his sword, the Stormblade, in a hopeful fashion. But there was nothing he could do – Toothless was one of the Lost Things, so until Alvin was crowned King, Alvin could not lay a finger on him.

‘I promise you, you horrible little newt-with-wings,’ swore Alvin, putting his face right up to the cage and leering at Toothless with his one grim eye, and pointing his hook at him, ‘that the very first act I shall accomplish as King, is to wring your little froggy neck…’ ‘T-t-toothless will bite you all over first!’ yelled Toothless, in Dragonese. ‘You h-h-horrible Master-killing human nightmare!’ Toothless leaned through the bars of the cage and shot flames at Alvin’s good hand. And then Toothless howled even harder. ‘Aaarggh!’ cried Alvin, sucking his finger, ‘if only I could kill you RIGHT NOW, you wretched little creature!’ ‘You c-c-can’t!’ sobbed Toothless, with some of his old defiance. ‘T-t-toothless is one of the Lost Things…