32 Epilogue by Hiccup

EPILOGUE BY HICCUP HORRENDOUS HADDOCK III Last night I did not sleep well. I am an old man, and I dreamt I went back to the Amber Slavelands, flying over those windy sands like I was the Deadly Shadow, following a set of footprints across the desert desolation. At first I thought they were the footprints of the Monster. And then I realised they were the footprints of my childhood self. Eventually I caught up with him, a scarecrow of a boy, struggling defiantly across those dreadful sands. And in this dream a great wind had come up, and all around him the blackened, burning remains of Hiccup's past went bowling past– the houses of the Hooligan village where he grew up, the skeletons from the Dragons' Graveyard– all blown away by the winds of the war that Hiccup had begun. But the boy still walked onwards, towards Tomorrow. What was it my mother Valhallarama had said? 'Don't be too hard on yourself, Hiccup, if things do not turn out well in the end…'

可怕的黑线鳕昨晚我没睡好。 我是一个老人了，我梦见自己回到了琥珀色的奴隶地，像死亡之影一样飞过那些多风的沙滩，跟随一串脚印穿越荒凉的沙漠。 起初我以为是怪物的脚印。 然后我意识到它们是我童年的脚印。 最后我追上了他，一个像稻草人一样的男孩，在可怕的沙滩上顽强地挣扎着。 在梦里，一阵大风刮了起来，在他周围，嗝嗝过去的那些烧焦的、燃烧着的遗迹——他长大的流氓村的房子，龙墓地里的骷髅——都被嗝嗝挑起的战争的风吹走了。 但男孩还是继续往前走，向着明天走去。 我母亲瓦尔哈拉罗摩说了什么？ “别对自己太苛刻了，小嗝嗝，如果事情最后不顺利的话……”

I know what awaits Hiccup on Tomorrow, so in my dream I tried to shout to the boy-I-once-was, 'Go back! Do not go to Tomorrow! Stay where you are!' But of course my boyhood self could not hear me. 'STOP!' I shouted in my dream, but how could he hear me above the roaring of the wind that was blowing away the world all around him? And even if he could, it is already too late for him to go back. The winds of the Amber Slavelands have already blown in the Rebellion. They have torched the little Hooligan village where I grew up. No one could live in those black smoky ruins. And even if he could hear me, would I really want him to do anything differently? Would I really want the ticking-thing to stop, for time to stand still, for Hiccup never to grow up, or to be something other than the boy he is? This is all his— sorry, my fault, but if Hiccup had not acted as he did, there would still be slaves in the Amber Slavelands, Eggingarde would never have made it back to the arms of Bear-mama, the Dragon Furious would still be in chains, the world would still be back in the terrible barbaric times of slaves and tyrants and

我知道小嗝嗝明天会有什么等待着我，所以在梦里，我试着对我曾经的小男孩喊：“回去！不要去明天！站在那儿别动！”当然，孩提时代的我听不见我说话。 “停!”我在梦中大声喊叫，但他怎么能在狂风呼啸中听到我的声音呢？狂风把他周围的世界都吹走了。 即使他能回去，也已经太迟了。 琥珀奴隶地的风已经在叛乱中吹过了。 他们把我长大的小流氓村烧了。 没有人能住在那些黑烟弥漫的废墟里。 即使他能听到我说话，我真的会希望他做些不一样的事吗？ 我真的想让滴答声停止，让时间静止不动，让小嗝嗝永远长不大，或者让他变成一个不同的男孩吗？ 这都是他的错，对不起，是我的错，但如果希卡普没有采取行动，琥珀奴隶地还会有奴隶，艾格加德永远不会回到熊妈妈的怀抱，狂怒的龙还会被锁在铁链里，世界还会回到奴隶和暴君的可怕野蛮时代

witches, and monsters with no hearts. You see, it was not only Hiccup who was growing up, it was the entire world around him– and when whole worlds grow up, that can be painful and difficult. Was it all worth the Archipelago in flames? I do not know, you decide. But Hiccup could not be anything other than the boy he was, and so his footsteps do not stop; they walk on. With every step he is a little older than he was before, walking slowly towards me and into Tomorrow. The chapter in my life that Hiccup has just walked through has been a story of three mothers: Valhallarama, Bear-mama and Termagant. Of how even when they are not there, when we cannot see them, when they are parted from us by quests, or by slavery, or even by death itself, they are still watching over us, yearning for us, loving us, though they lurk in the clouds as invisible to our eyes as the Deadly Shadow. Far away by cold campfires they are thinking of us, dreaming of us, loving us long-distance. Fishlegs's mother could not come back to hold him. She had gone behind that glass wall of death. But

女巫和没有心的怪物。 你看，不仅仅是小嗝嗝在长大，他周围的整个世界都在长大——当整个世界都长大了，这可能是痛苦和困难的。 这一切值得把群岛烧成灰烬吗？ 我不知道，你决定吧。 但是Hiccup就是他自己，所以他的脚步没有停止；他们继续往前走。 每走一步，他都比以前老了一点，慢慢地走向我，走向明天。 Hiccup刚刚经历的这一章是关于三个母亲的故事：Valhallarama， Bear-mama和Termagant。 当他们不在的时候，当我们看不见他们的时候，当他们因追求、奴役甚至死亡而与我们分离的时候，他们仍然守护着我们，渴望着我们，爱着我们，尽管他们潜伏在云中，就像死亡的阴影一样，我们的眼睛看不见他们。 在遥远寒冷的篝火旁，他们思念着我们，梦想着我们，遥远地爱着我们。 鱼腿的妈妈不能回来抱他。 她已经走到了死亡的玻璃墙后面。 但

still she held up her hand from behind the glass, and pressed it up to Fishlegs's hand and willed him to be alive, to walk, to laugh, to love. As if she could breathe life into him, as if she could be there with him, as if she could pass through the glass with the sheer hopeless longing of her love. And perhaps she was still there to love him. Termagant's eyes had once shone into the six eyes of the Deadly Shadow. The reflection of those eyes now shone back into the eyes of Fishlegs, so it was almost as if, sometimes, she herself were looking back at him. When the Shadow dragon pressed itself protectively against Fishlegs, it was an echo of the embrace that Termagant had given that same Shadow dragon once, long ago. The past never really leaves us. And now I am an old, old man, I hover over my childhood self, as if I were a dead mother, and I am anxious for Hiccup's future, because I already know it, and I want to protect the boy from pain. But I am happy too, because I know the future is a curious mixture of joy and sadness. So suddenly I throw away my fear, and I no longer shout 'Stop!' I am shouting something slightly different now.

她仍然从玻璃后面伸出手来，紧紧握住鱼腿的手，希望他能活着，能走路，能笑，能爱。 仿佛她可以给他注入生命，仿佛她可以和他在一起，仿佛她可以带着对爱的完全无望的渴望穿过玻璃。 也许她还在那里爱着他。 特马甘特的眼睛曾经对着死亡之影的六只眼睛发光。 现在，那双眼睛的倒影又映回了鱼腿的眼睛里，所以，有时候，她几乎就像自己在回头看他一样。 当暗影龙保护着鱼腿时，这是很久以前特马甘特曾经拥抱过这条暗影龙的回声。 过去从未真正离开我们。 现在我老了，老了，我徘徊在童年的自己，好像我是一个死去的母亲，我为小嗝嗝的未来感到焦虑，因为我已经知道了，我想保护这个男孩免受痛苦。 但我也很快乐，因为我知道未来是欢乐与悲伤的奇妙混合。 突然间，我抛开了恐惧，不再喊“停！”我现在在喊一些稍微不同的东西。

Walk on, Hiccup! Have courage! Walk into Tomorrow… And I will meet you there at Hero's End…

继续走，小嗝嗝！有勇气!走进明天，我会在英雄尽头与你相见……

THE BOY SHALL NEVER REACH TOMORROW...

这孩子永远也到不了明天……