12-第二十四章：我是不是说过过去最终都会有办法找上我们？(9)

’ ‘How sick would you feel if we removed your head?’ cooed Arrogance. Alvin understood a little Dragonese and he turned pale at this. ‘There must be something nice about you,’ said Fishlegs hopefully. ‘Do you like poetry?’ ‘I hate poetry,’ ground out Alvin. ‘I hate poets. I hate Boys-with-Faces-like-Haddocks-that-Somebody- Trod-On, and if I were to have a son like you who was a runt, I would be the first one to bundle them in an old lobster-pot and toss them out to sea. We have a saying in the Outcast Tribe: “Cast out the weird, so your Tribe may be feared.” That’s the only thing to do with runts.’ Poor Fishlegs turned white, as if Alvin had hit 

him. ‘Yes, we have a similar saying in the Hooligan Tribe, “Only the strong can belong…”’ he said miserably. ‘But what about my mother? Why did you abandon her?’ ‘Oh, these girls,’ snarled Alvin. ‘I have always been a good-looking man, and the Treacherous have a nice smooth line in talking. Is it my fault that some Viking vixen gets ideas above her station and thinks she can pin me down over some pathetic I’m-so-in-love- with-you nonsense? ME with my brilliant future?’ ‘You were married to her!’ cried Fishlegs. ‘I was crossing my fingers,’ said Alvin. ‘Then it doesn’t count.’ Now the Berserk rage really had gone to Fishlegs’s head and he was trembling all over with temper, and a bright red itch had got into his eyes. His eyes streamed, and his nose ran with snot. ‘RELEASE HIM, DEADLY SHADOW!’ he shouted. ‘Are you sure?’ said Innocence, hugely disappointed. ‘ALVIN THE TREACHEROUS, YOU FALSE-HEARTED