Extraits

Avant que j'aie le temps de lui répondre, ma mère a commencé à lui poser toutes sortes de questions: depuis combien de temps naviguait-il? Avait-il suffisamment de gilet de sauvetage? Etc. Bref, le genre de questions que vous ne supporteriez pas que votre mère pose au garçon pour qui vous avez le béguin, la première fois qu'il vous invite à faire un tour en mer.

- On prend des céréales le matin et ma mère fait des pancakes parfois, pour les grandes occasions. Peut-être qu'elle en fera demain si...

- Elle, a dit Will tout doucement.

J'ai cligné des yeux. Je sais, c'est stupide, mais chaque fois qu'il m'appelait comme ça, mon cœur gonflait tellement dans ma poitrine j'avais l'impression qu'il allait exploser.

- Oui.

- Je m'en fiche des pancakes.

J'ai à nouveau cligné des yeux.

- Oui, je comprends. Excuse-moi, c'est juste que...

Il m'a alors attirée contre lui et m'a embrassée.

Et tandis qu'on s'embrassait, j'ai pris conscience de quelque chose. Quelque chose d'étrange.

J'étais heureuse. Vraiment heureuse. Pour la première fois depuis... très longtemps.

Et je n'avais pas l'impression que ce sentiment allait disparaître bientôt.

Attention dernières phrases du livre !!!

[spoiler]Dans la légende de Camelot, la Dame du Lac ne se contente pas d'apporter une épée à Arthur.

Non elle lui rend un autre service.

Elle le ramène aussi chez lui, une fois que tout est terminé.

Chez lui, à Avalon[spoiler]

The lady of Lake didn't just bring Arthur his sword. No, she performed one other service for him too.

When it was all over, she brought him home.

To Avalon.

Did the sight send a dagger of envy into my heart ?

Because who's want hamburger when they could have filet mignon ?

"Elle," Will said gently.

I blinked at him. Well, what else could I do ? Every time he called me that, it made my heart seem to swell to twice it's normal size.

"Yeah ?"

"I don't care about pancakes," he said.

I blinked some more.

"No," I said. "I don't imagine you do. Sorry. I just-"

And then he pulled me to him and started kissing me.

And I realized something as we kissed. Something strange.

And that's that I was happy. Really happy. For the first time in... well, a long time.

And I didn't think that feeling was going to go away anytime soon, either.

"Hey," I said, a minute later, when he finally let me up for air. "That's no way for a king to behave."

Will said something decidedly unaristocratic about kings, and kissed me some more.

"I thought you were dead," I whispered raggedly.

"Far from it," he whispered back.

And then he was kissing me.

And suddenly, my arms and legs didn't feel like jelly anymore. Instead, I felt as electrified - as if I really had been struck by lightening... only better. Much, much better. Because you can't wrap your arms around lightning. Or feel lightning's heart skip a beat beneath yours. Or taste the coffee he'd had to drink earlier, or smell the nice clean scent of his shirt. I could do all these things with Will, and did...

... including press myself as close to him as I possibly could, and not just because I was so cold, after all that rain. Also to prove to myself that he was alive. Alive.

And he was kissing me.

And seemed to like kissing me. Very, very much.

"Now why haven't we done that before ?" Will wanted to know, when we'd finally stopped kissing and his forehead was resting against mine.

"Because you already had a girlfriend," I reminded him. I was amazed that I still possessed the ability to speak. I would have thought, after a kiss like that, I'd have been rendered speechless. My lips were still tingling from it.

I tried to keep the same routine going for the whole summer. Every day I got up and put on my bikini. Then I grabbed a Nutri-Grain bar and headed down to the pool to check the filter baskets for frogs or whatever. Then when the pool was all clean, I got onto one of the rafts with a book and started floating.

- On prend des céréales le matin et ma mère fait des pancakes parfois pour les grande occasions. Peut-être qu'elle en fera demain si...

- Elle, a dit Will tout doucement. [...]

- Oui.

- Je me fiche des pancakes. [...]

- Oui je comprends. Excuse-moi, c'est juste que...

Il m'a attirée contre lui et m'a embrassée. [...]

- Hé, ai je fait quand il m'a enfin laissée le temps de respirer. Ce ne sont pas des façons pour un roi.