Kevin's Watch

Wormz1 wrote:Page 145-146 is gone. The last thing on the bottom of page 144 is "Impelled by a sense of surprise and discovery, he..." Then the first thing on page 147 is "Shortly, Elena said "He comes" and went to retrieve the staff." It would be GREAT if someone could tell me the jist of wat happens in that 2 page gap. If someone had the energy to type out the whole thing that would be completly awsome

PS: This is in Chapter 9, Glimmermere.

Alynna Lis Eachann wrote:I can't remember... did she realise at this point that he was her father, or did that come later? He was already aware that she was his daughter, right?

Wormz1 wrote:"I can't remember... did she realise at this point that he was her father, or did that come later? He was already aware that she was his daughter, right?"

Wow. Thanks. *leaves until he finishes the whole flippen series*

Wormz1 wrote:ok thanks. Wow Elena must be kinda messed in the head to flirt with the guy who raped her mother...

Wormz1 wrote:Wow Elena must be kinda messed in the head to flirt with the guy who raped her mother...

Impelled by a sense of surprise and discovery, he pulled off his boots and socks, rolled up his pant legs, and steped into the pool.

At once, he plunged in over his head. Even at its edges, the lake was deep; the clarity with which he could see the bottom had misled him. But the cold, tangy water buoyed him up, and he popped quickly back to the surface. Treading water and sputtering, he looked around until he located Elena. "Fair warning!" he reached her in a few strokes, and shoved her head down.

She reappeared immediatley, laughing almost before she lifted her head above water. He lunged at her, but she slipped past him, and pushed him under instead. He grappled for her ankles and missed. When he came up, she was out of sight. He felt her tugging at his feet. Grabbing a deep breath, he upended himself and plunged after her. For the first time he could see well. Elena swam near him, grinning. He reahed her in a moment, and caught her by the waist.

Instead of trying to pull away, she turned, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the mouth.

Abruptly, all the air burst from his lungs as if she had kicked his sore ribs. He thrust away from her, scrambled back to the surface. Coughing and gasping, he thrashed over to the edge of the pool where he had left his boots, and climbed out to collapse on the grass.

His chest hurt as if he had reinjured his ribs, but he knew he had not. the first touch of Flimmermere's potent water had effaced his bruises, simply washed them away, and they did not ache now. This was another pain, in hsi exertions underwater, he seemed to have wrenched his heart.

He lay panting face down on the grass, and after a while his breathing relaxed. He became aware of other sensations. The cold, tart touch of the water left his whole body excited; he felt cleaner than he had at any time since he had learned of his leprosy. The sun was warm on his back, and his fingertips tingled vividly. And his heart ached when Elena joined him on the grass.

He could feel her eyes on him before she asked quietly, "Are you happy in your world?"

Clenching himself, he rolled over, and found that she sat close to him, regarding him softly. Unable to resist the sensation, he touched a strand of her wet hair, rubbed it between his fingers. Then he lifted his gray, gaunt eyes to meet her gaze. The way he held himslef made his voice unintentionally harsh. "Happiness has got nothing to do with it. I dont think about happiness. I think about staying alive."

"Could you be happy here?"
"Thats not fair. What would you say if i asked you that?"
"Ii would say, yes." But a moment later she saw what he meant, and drew herself up. "I would say that happiness lies in serving the Land. And I would say that there is no happiness in times of war."

He lay back on the grass so that he would not have to look at her. Bleakly, he murmured, "where i come from, there is no 'Land'. Just 'ground'. Dead. And there's always war."

After a short pause, she said with a smile in her voice, "if I have heard rightly, it is such talk as this which makes Hiltmark Quaan angry with you."

"I cant help it. It's the simple facts."
"You have great respect for facts."
He breathed carefully around his sore heart before answering. "No, I hate them. They're all I've got."
A gentle scilence cam over them. Elena reclined beside him, and they lay still to let the sunlight dry them. The warmth, the smell of the grass, seemed to offer him a sense of well-being; but when he tried to relax and flow with it, his pulse throbbed uncomfortably in his chest. He was too conscious of Elena's presence. Bbut gradualy he became aware that a larger silence covered Glimmermere. Al the birds and even the breeze had become quiet, hushed. For a time, he kept his breathing shallow and explored the ambience of the air with his ears.