12-第九章：威力蓄须王的预言(10)
I lost my way on a stormy past, got wrecked in starless night… But let my heart be wrecked by hurricanes and my ship by stormy weather
I know I am a Hero and a Hero is FOREVER!’ ‘In another time, another place, I could have been a King, But in my Castle’s ruined towers the lonely seabirds sing, I burnt up my Tomorrows, I cannot go back ever, But I am still a Hero… and a Hero is FOREVER!’ A shiver went down Alvin’s spine. ‘I wish they wouldn’t sing that,’ he whispered to his mother. For that was the song that Hiccup had been singing when they killed him. ‘It is as if the boy is haunting me, even now, in the hour of my triumph…
’ ‘Hush, my sweeting,’ Excellinor whispered back. ‘The boy is gone forever, food for the little fishes. He is an ex-boy, as dead as Grimbeard
the Ghastly himself… Enjoy your victory.’ The Druid Guardian stepped forward. ‘Give me the King’s Things,’ rasped the old man. Alvin held up the King’s Lost Things. All were mouse-quiet now. Even the Dragon Rebellion were quiet, as if the dragons, too, were trying to listen to what was going on in the ruined castle. It was as if they all knew that hundreds of years of dragon and human history had been leading up to this moment. The Druid Guardian examined the Things. He held up the Dragon Jewel so that its amber caught the light. The Jewel, so small
I know I am a Hero and a Hero is FOREVER!’ ‘In another time, another place, I could have been a King, But in my Castle’s ruined towers the lonely seabirds sing, I burnt up my Tomorrows, I cannot go back ever, But I am still a Hero… and a Hero is FOREVER!’ A shiver went down Alvin’s spine. ‘I wish they wouldn’t sing that,’ he whispered to his mother. For that was the song that Hiccup had been singing when they killed him. ‘It is as if the boy is haunting me, even now, in the hour of my triumph…
’ ‘Hush, my sweeting,’ Excellinor whispered back. ‘The boy is gone forever, food for the little fishes. He is an ex-boy, as dead as Grimbeard
the Ghastly himself… Enjoy your victory.’ The Druid Guardian stepped forward. ‘Give me the King’s Things,’ rasped the old man. Alvin held up the King’s Lost Things. All were mouse-quiet now. Even the Dragon Rebellion were quiet, as if the dragons, too, were trying to listen to what was going on in the ruined castle. It was as if they all knew that hundreds of years of dragon and human history had been leading up to this moment. The Druid Guardian examined the Things. He held up the Dragon Jewel so that its amber caught the light. The Jewel, so small
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