12-第十章：谁才是王？(14)

There were others less pleased with this unexpected turn of events. ‘He’s alive!’ cursed the Witch. ‘But how can that be?’ swore Alvin the Treacherous, regaining his composure now he realised that this was not a ghost after all, but the wretched Hiccup-boy who had eluded death yet AGAIN, curse him. ‘It’s impossible!’ ‘There’s no such thing as im-POSSIBLE, Alvin,’ sighed the Witch. ‘Only im-PROBABLE…
’ ‘But we murdered him!’ stormed Alvin. ‘Now, now, Alvin,’ cautioned the Witch, with an eye on the Druid Guardian. ‘Murder is such an ugly word… It was collateral damage, an unfortunate side-effect of the Total War scenario…’ ‘He was DEAD!’ yelled Alvin, with a strong sense of injury. ‘Alive or dead, no matter,’ said the Witch. ‘The boy is nothing. A runt…

an accident… a detour! One of Grimbeard the Ghastly’s red herrings! The boy changes nothing!’ ‘HICCUP! HICCUP! HICCUP!’ chanted the Dragonmarkers and the jubilant Valhallarama and Stoick deposited Hiccup in front of the Druid Guardian.
‘We would like to present our son HICCUP!’ roared Stoick the Vast. ‘Our son HICCUP who is the True King of the Wilderwest!’ The Druid Guardian put out his skinny hand and felt the son Hiccup, his scrawny little chicken bone arm, and the other swollen one, the raggedy remains of his fire-suit… ‘His name is Hiccup, is it? Ah, that is a name to conjure within this Castle.’ ‘The name of the boy is not important!’ howled the Witch. ‘So, Hiccup,’ said the Druid Guardian, ignoring the Witch. ‘You come here claiming to be King, and yet you carry none of the King’s Things. You know the penalty for those who come with false claims to the Kingship…