12-第二十七章（终章）：鬼魂已被释放(18)

letting the Jewel drop into Hiccup’s hand. ‘There may be those among my dragon army, less forgiving than I, who will wish to carry on the Red-Rage. You will need it for protection.’ Hiccup eyes were full of tears. ‘You are giving this to me still? You trust me even though this has happened?’ ‘I trust you, little blood-brother,’ said the Dragon Furious. The effort of his last speech seemed to have been too much for the Dragon Furious, for he was seized with a paroxysm of coughing, and he lay down again on the Reef, trembling and jerking and snorting. ‘Nooo!’ yelled Hiccup, and started forward towards the giant head. ‘No! Do not die! You do not have to die!’ But the Dragon was dying, nonetheless. The lamps of his eyes were fading fast. His voice trembled, the Dragonese hissing weakly out of the edges of his once-beautiful mouth, the smoke dying to a trickle. He closed his eyes. Tears streamed down Hiccup’s face. He laid his cold cheek against the burning heat of the dying dragon’s skin, and that seemed to wake up the dragon again.