12-第九章：威力蓄须王的预言(15)

their son at the last. They had both failed. So they were mute, holding hands, heads bowed. ‘I am a greater man than Grimbeard the Ghastly! I am the True King of the Wilderwest and I am here to claim my Throne, my Crown and my birthright!’ cried Alvin, leaping eagerly on to the dais. The Druid Guardian lifted up the Crown, ready to place it on Alvin the Treacherous’s gloating head. But just before the Druid Guardian could crown Alvin, they were interrupted. ‘Wait…

’ came a very faint voice from the back of the ruined Hall. Valhallarama’s head lifted. ‘Wait…’ said the voice, fainter still. The entire Hall of Dragonmarkers, Alvinsmen,
Guardians, Alvin, Witch, all turned their heads to see where that voice was coming from. There, in the aisle of Grimbeard the Ghastly’s ruined Castle on the island of Tomorrow, stood the ragged remains, the stumbling, shambling, wrecked figure of… Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third.