12-第十章：谁才是王？(9)

Vikings lead frightening lives, so they are not afraid of much, but they ARE afraid of ghosts. And the ghost of a boy you had murdered in cold blood was likely to be a ghost who was not happy, a ghost who was coming back for vengeance… So no wonder Alvin turned white and clutched his cowardly neck as if to protect it. ‘AAAARRRGGHHH!’ screamed Alvin the Treacherous. ‘THOR AND WODEN AND ALL THE GODS SAVE ME FROM THIS PESTILENT GHOST OF A BOY! I REPENT! I REPENT! ONLY SPARE ME, SWEET GHOST! IT IS ALL MY MOTHER’S FAULT!’ ‘Steady, Alvin, steady,’ hissed the Witch Excellinor, eyes narrowed, sniffing the air as if she could smell out whether the boy was real or not. She placed her bony hand over her son’s face to stifle his terrified screams, so violently that she nearly suffocated him. ‘Steady, darling…