5 The Wrong Side of the Door

5. THE WRONG SIDE OF THE DOOR Hiccup's not-so-brilliant plan went wrong right from the beginning. The slaves on the ship on which he had hitched a lift were disembarking and slipping from under the gang-plank of the boat. Hiccup intended to melt into the shadows and explore the prison on his own. As an Outcast, he was now an expert at this kind of sneaky behaviour. But as he tiptoed away, the Wodensfang sneezed from his waistcoat. It was quite a quiet sneeze, but unfortunately Toothless called out 'Bliss ta!'– which is Dragonese for 'Bless you!'– very, very loudly. And then 'Bliss ta! Bliss ta! B-b-blissta!' as Wodensfang sneezed three more times. The prison guard on the gang-plank heard the noise and looked under the gang-plank. 'WHERE D'YA THINK YOU'RE GOING?' yelled the guard, assuming he was an escaping slave. The guard gave him a crack of a whip sharper than the bite of a Squirrel-serpent, and invited him to join the long line of slaves sinking ankle deep into the sand as they disembarked from the ship.

5. 小嗝嗝不怎么高明的计划从一开始就出了问题。 他搭上电梯的那艘船上的奴隶们正在下船，从船板下面滑了出来。 小嗝嗝打算融入阴影，独自探索监狱。 作为一个弃儿，他现在是这种鬼鬼祟祟行为的专家。 但就在他蹑手蹑脚走开的时候，他的马甲上却打了个喷嚏。 这是一个很轻的喷嚏，但不幸的是，无牙喊道：“太好了！——这是龙语的“祝福你！”——非常非常大声。 然后“太好了！”幸福的助教!B-b-blissta !沃登斯芳又打了三个喷嚏。 牢板上的狱卒听到了声音，朝牢板下面看了看。 “你以为你要去哪儿？”卫兵喊道，以为他是一个逃跑的奴隶。 卫兵给了他一根比松鼠蛇咬人还锋利的鞭子，并邀请他加入一长列奴隶队伍，他们从船上下来，把脚踝深埋在沙子里。

'Toothless,' whispered Hiccup furiously, holding on to his stinging shoulder as he shuffled down a maze of corridors into the dark belly of the prison's central courtyard. 'Please be quiet. Remember, we're Outcasts… spies…' 'T-t-toothless was being polite!' protested Toothless. 'Yes, I know, politeness is good. Politeness is very good. I'm really impressed by your politeness, it's just if you could keep your politeness quite quiet at the moment, I'd be very grateful…' Chaos reigned in the prison courtyard. Hiccup looked around with his mouth open. It was as if he had stepped through the door into another, grimmer world. Long lines of tables with people sitting eating at them seemed to suggest that this was some sort of open-air dining room. The people were of all ages from six or seven upward, and had the S of the Slavemark on their foreheads. But around these people eating was the manic din of war, and the sheer mad noise of it caused ears to ring as if an orchestra in Valhalla had turned up the volume to 'extra loud'. Screaming warriors ran hither and thither,

“没有牙齿。”小嗝嗝愤怒地小声说，紧紧抓住刺痛的肩膀，拖着脚步穿过迷宫般的走廊，来到监狱中央院子黑暗的肚子里。 “请安静。“别忘了，我们是流亡者……间谍……”无牙抗议道。 “是的，我知道，礼貌是好的。 礼貌是很好的。你的礼貌给我留下了深刻的印象，只是如果你现在能保持礼貌，我会非常感激的……”监狱的院子里一片混乱。 小嗝嗝张着嘴环顾四周。 他仿佛跨进了另一个更阴暗的世界。 一长排的桌子上坐着吃东西的人似乎表明这是某种露天餐厅。 这些人年龄都在六七岁以上，额头上都有奴隶标志的S。 但在这些人吃东西的时候，周围是战争的喧嚣，这种疯狂的噪音让人耳鸣，就像英灵殿的管弦乐队把音量调到“超大音量”一样。 尖叫的战士们四处奔跑，

hammering swords and spears out of molten red-ended metal. Above Hiccup's head, continuous rocket explosions sent out huge clouds of yellow smoke that stung his eyelids and crept inside his nose like sulphurous slugs, gagging his throat with the smell of rotten eggs. Lying around the place were enormous evil- looking dragon-traps, weird crazy inventions such as catapults that launched thirty-five spears at once, and Northbows that did the same with arrows. It was all so noisy you couldn't hear yourself think. The guard shoved them all in there, before hurrying off, bellowing at them over his shoulder to 'Eat well for the Seeking begins soon!' –whatever that might mean. To Hiccup's horror, the courtyard was absolutely packed to the brim with people he knew, from Tribes all over the Archipelago, and as he was the most Wanted person in the Wilderwest right now, he thought it would be wise to slide away into a side corridor. But things really weren't going Hiccup's way this morning. 'HOY! YOU OVER THERE! SMELLY BOY! COME AND JOIN US AT OUR TABLE!' shouted a large fat man from a table nearby.

用熔化的红端金属锤出剑和矛。 在小嗝嗝的头顶上，持续不断的火箭爆炸喷出了巨大的黄色烟雾，刺痛了他的眼睑，像含硫磺的鼻涕虫一样爬进了他的鼻子，臭鸡蛋的味道让他的喉咙哽住了。 到处都是看起来很邪恶的巨大捕龙器，还有一些稀奇古怪、疯狂的发明，比如一次能发射35支长矛的投石器，还有能发射箭的北弓。 这里太吵了，你都听不见自己在想什么了。 卫兵把他们都塞进去，匆匆走开了，一边回过头来对他们吼道：“吃得好点，找球手马上就要开始了！”——不管那是什么意思。 令小嗝嗝惊恐的是，院子里绝对挤满了他认识的人，他们来自群岛各地的部落。由于他现在是荒野西部的头号通缉犯，他想溜进一条侧走廊是明智的。 但今天早上一切都不像小嗝嗝那么顺利。 “嗬! !你在那边！臭小子!来和我们一起吃饭吧！旁边一张桌子上一个又大又胖的男人喊道。

Hiccup jumped guiltily. And then he realised, in total amazement, that the large fat man shouting at him was in fact his own father, Stoick the Vast. It was the moment Hiccup had been dreading. The wart and the eye-patch and the smell were doing their job though, because Stoick clearly hadn't the faintest idea who he was. 'HOY! SMELLY BOY!' yelled Stoick again. 'GET OVER HERE QUICK OR ALL THE FOOD WILL BE GONE!' Slowly, Hiccup walked up to the table where Stoick was sitting. As he sat down, all the others at the table moved gently away from him like a sea parting, their noses wrinkling. This must be what it's like to have a highly infectious disease, thought Hiccup. Stoick grunted and pushed a large chunk of bread and a big handful of mussels at Hiccup, trying not to breathe in Hiccup's particularly ripe and luscious stink. 'Eat up, boy, before I change my mind.' At least his father was looking well. He looked a little sad around the eyes perhaps, with a few streaks of grey in his magnificent moustache

小嗝嗝内疚地跳了起来。然后，他惊奇地意识到，对他大喊大叫的那个又大又胖的人实际上是他自己的父亲，巨人斯托伊克。 这是小嗝嗝一直害怕的时刻。 疣、眼罩和气味都起了作用，因为斯托伊克显然根本不知道自己是谁。 “嗬! !臭小子!斯托伊克又喊道。 “快过来，不然所有的食物都吃光了！”小嗝嗝慢慢地走到斯托伊克坐着的桌子前。 他坐下后，餐桌上的其他人都轻轻地离开了他，就像大海分开一样，他们的鼻子都皱了起来。 小嗝嗝想，这一定是得了传染性很强的疾病的感觉。 斯托伊克哼了一声，把一大块面包和一大把贻贝推给小嗝嗝，尽量不让自己吸入小嗝嗝特别成熟和甜美的臭味。 “快吃吧，孩子，别让我改变主意。”至少他父亲气色不错。 他的眼睛周围也许显得有些悲伤，华丽的胡须上有几缕灰白

and he'd lost a bit of weight, but he could still be described as 'a hugely fat man with a beard as red and out of control as a forest fire'. And to Hiccup's passionate relief, Stoick seemed to be in some sort of position of importance and respect among the slaves, or at least in the group seated at this particular table.

他的体重减轻了一些，但他仍然可以被描述为“一个大胖子，胡子红得像森林大火一样失控”。 让小嗝嗝如释重负的是，斯托伊克似乎在奴隶中处于某种重要的地位，或者至少在坐在这张桌子旁的人群中是受人尊敬的。

Once a Chief, always a Chief. 'New boy, eh?' said Stoick, as Hiccup helped himself. 'What's your name, kid?' Hiccup forced himself to look his father right in the eye. This was awful. He was in two minds about this, because he was undercover of course, and it would be deadly dangerous if people started recognising him, but surely, surely, Stoick must know who he was? Valhallarama was away questing a lot, so she had some sort of excuse. But Stoick and Hiccup had sat together every single day at the breakfast table for thirteen years! How unmemorable exactly was he? For Thor's sake, he knew he'd grown up a little but it wasn't as if he was wearing a large curly false moustache or anything. But no, Stoick clearly hadn't a clue, not even the merest smidgeon of an idea that the boy he was sharing his supper with was his own only son. 'My name is… Warty McSmelly,' said Hiccup. 'Good name,' said Stoick approvingly. 'What Tribe were you, before the Slavemark?' 'The Lost Tribe,' said Hiccup, thinking fast.

一日为上士，终身为上士。 “新来的，嗯？”斯托伊克说，这时小嗝嗝自己拿了起来。 “你叫什么名字，孩子？”小嗝嗝强迫自己直视父亲的眼睛。 这太可怕了。他拿不定主意，因为他是卧底，如果被人认出来，那就太危险了，但斯托伊克肯定知道他是谁吧？ 瓦尔哈拉拉马经常外出探险，所以她有一些借口。 但是十三年来，斯托伊克和小嗝嗝每天都坐在一起吃早餐！他到底有多不令人难忘？ 看在托尔的份上，他知道自己长大了一点，但这并不是说他戴着又大又卷的假胡子什么的。 但是，不，斯托伊克显然毫无头绪，甚至一点也不知道和他一起吃晚饭的男孩是他自己的独子。 “我的名字是……沃蒂·麦克臭臭。” “好名字，”斯托伊克赞许地说。 “在奴隶马克出现之前，你们是哪个部落？”“失落的部落，”小嗝嗝飞快地想了想。