第二十七章：故事，犹如开始那样结束(3)

Valhallarama and the Silver Phantom, hiding high in a cloud-bank, swooped down in a rocketing silver howl, like a bright avenging Fury, the unstoppable, relentless, screaming hand of Fate. Valhallarama’s metal arm reached out and she plucked her son from the back of the camouflaged Deadly Shadow with the casual ease that she had plucked him, two weeks before, from the back of the Windwalker. The Silver Phantom rocketed on towards Darkheart, unstoppable, uncatchable, for in open skies the Silver Phantom was the fastest riding-dragon in the entire world. Guiding the Phantom with her knees alone, she held Hiccup with one hand, and with the other she took the Dragon Jewel on its necklace from around Hiccup’s neck, and placed it around her own. Hiccup, swinging from his mother’s stern unyielding arm, was as shocked as if he had been dunked suddenly in a tub of ice-cold water. And once he had got over that, he was angry. Oh, by Loki’s little lunatic leg-warmers, he was angry. ‘What are you DOING?’ Hiccup roared up at that unforgiving metal mask looming over him, looking sternly, unwaveringly down at her target of Darkheart.