Cassie a été assez gentille pour nous laisser publier une scène supprimée de CoLS. Par contre, pour éviter les spoilers, certains mots ont été supprimés.MERCI CASSANDRA !!!
Clary shook her head. “There’s more to honesty than … than an arrangement of words. They say faeries can’t lie, but you lie in your intentions, your attitude, your demeanor —”
“And humans do not?” The Queen’s gaze slid across Clary and Simon. “This vampire, this Daylighter you bring everywhere with you — he is the one whose kiss you did not desire, here in my Court, is he not? Do you care for him at all, or is only the Mark of God on him that causes you to bring him with you, like a shield? And you,” she added, turning to Simon, “you who loved her, now you lend your not inconsiderable power to the project of finding the one she loves more? Where is the advantage to you?”
Simon cleared his throat. “Perhaps that is the difference between my kind and yours,” he said. “Sometimes we do things that aren’t to our advantage.”
“Ah,” said the Queen. “Stupidity, you mean.”
“I wouldn’t call it that.” Clary couldn’t help being impressed — the last time they had been here Simon had been too uncomfortable and out of his depth to say more than a few words; now he was holding his ground. “Now, do you want the ___ or not? We have business to attend to.”
“I could take it from you,” said the Queen. “The girl will not be difficult to dispose of, and as for you, Daylighter, those who serve me serve with their lives. A suicide rush could greatly inconvenience you, despite your curse.” She ran her eyes over him lingeringly.
“I am the adopted daughter of Council member Lucian Graymark,” said Clary. “I am close with the Lightwoods of the Insititute. Is it worth earning their wrath and ire just to revenge yourself upon me for tricking you? Besides — I’ve always heard that faeries appreciated cleverness. You wouldn’t want it said that you can’t appreciate a good trick, even at your own expense, would you?”
Clary saw by the narrowing of the Queen’s eyes that she had gambled hard — maybe too hard — on the faerie woman’s pride; but a moment later, the Queen was smiling, and the creatures in the walls shrieked appreciatively. “Tricky like your father,” she said, and Clary felt it like a kick in the stomach. “Very well. What would you like of me in return for the ___? I shall decide if your proposal merits a negotiation.”
“And humans do not?” The Queen’s gaze slid across Clary and Simon. “This vampire, this Daylighter you bring everywhere with you — he is the one whose kiss you did not desire, here in my Court, is he not? Do you care for him at all, or is only the Mark of God on him that causes you to bring him with you, like a shield? And you,” she added, turning to Simon, “you who loved her, now you lend your not inconsiderable power to the project of finding the one she loves more? Where is the advantage to you?”
Simon cleared his throat. “Perhaps that is the difference between my kind and yours,” he said. “Sometimes we do things that aren’t to our advantage.”
“Ah,” said the Queen. “Stupidity, you mean.”
“I wouldn’t call it that.” Clary couldn’t help being impressed — the last time they had been here Simon had been too uncomfortable and out of his depth to say more than a few words; now he was holding his ground. “Now, do you want the ___ or not? We have business to attend to.”
“I could take it from you,” said the Queen. “The girl will not be difficult to dispose of, and as for you, Daylighter, those who serve me serve with their lives. A suicide rush could greatly inconvenience you, despite your curse.” She ran her eyes over him lingeringly.
“I am the adopted daughter of Council member Lucian Graymark,” said Clary. “I am close with the Lightwoods of the Insititute. Is it worth earning their wrath and ire just to revenge yourself upon me for tricking you? Besides — I’ve always heard that faeries appreciated cleverness. You wouldn’t want it said that you can’t appreciate a good trick, even at your own expense, would you?”
Clary saw by the narrowing of the Queen’s eyes that she had gambled hard — maybe too hard — on the faerie woman’s pride; but a moment later, the Queen was smiling, and the creatures in the walls shrieked appreciatively. “Tricky like your father,” she said, and Clary felt it like a kick in the stomach. “Very well. What would you like of me in return for the ___? I shall decide if your proposal merits a negotiation.”
Clary secoua la tête. "L'honnêteté ... c'est plus que des belles paroles. On dit que les fées ne peuvent pas mentir, mais vous mentez dans vos intentions, votre attitude, votre comportement"
"Parce que les humains ne mentent pas?" Le regard de la reine glissa de Clary à Simon. "Ce vampire, ce Daylighter que tu trimballes partout avec toi – c’est celui dont tu n’as pas voulu le baiser, ici même, dans ma cour, n'est-ce pas? Est-ce que tu tiens vraiment à lui, ou est-ce seulement la marque de Dieu sur lui qui fait que tu l'emmènes avec toi, comme un bouclier? « Et toi, » ajouta-t-elle, se tournant vers Simon, « Toi qui l'aimais, maintenant tu lui prêtes ton immense pouvoir pour trouver celui qu'elle aime plus que toi? Où est ton intérêt? "
Simon se racla la gorge. "Peut-être est-ce là, la différence entre ma nature et la vôtre", dit Simon. «Parfois, nous faisons des choses sans y trouver aucun avantage."
«Ah», dit la reine. «La stupidité, tu veux dire."
"Je n'appellerais pas ça comme ça". Clary ne pouvait pas s'empêcher d'être impressionnée - la dernière fois qu'ils étaient venus ici, Simon était trop mal à l'aise et hors de lui pour aligner suffisamment de mots pour faire une phrase correcte, à présent, il tenait tête à la reine. «Maintenant, voulez-vous le ___ ou non? Nous avons d’autres choses à faire. "
"Je pourrais vous le prendre de force", déclara la reine. "La jeune fille ne sera pas difficile à éliminer, quant à toi Daylighter, ceux qui me servent le font au péril de leur vie. Une ruée vers le suicide pourrait grandement te perturber, malgré ta malédiction. " Elle le scruta de yeux lentement.
«Je suis la fille adoptive du membre du Conseil Lucian Graymark», s'exclama Clary. «Je suis proche des Lightwoods de l'Institut. Est-ce que cela vaut la peine de provoquer leur colère juste pour vous venger de moi pour vous avoir trompée? En outre - j'ai toujours entendu dire que les fées appréciaient l'intelligence. Vous ne voudriez pas dire qu’on dise que vous ne pouvez pas apprécier un bon tour, même si c'est à vos dépens, n’est ce pas ? "
Clary vit par le rétrécissement des yeux de la reine qu'elle avait parié gros - peut-être trop gros – sur la fierté de la fée, mais un instant plus tard, la reine sourit, et les créatures présentes manifestèrent leur contentement. «Rusée comme ton père», dit-elle, et Clary le prit comme un coup dans l’estomac. "Très bien. Que voulez-vous de moi en échange du ___? Je réfléchirais si votre proposition mérite une négociation. "
Source : blog La Cité des Ténèbres. Merci Martange ;-))))))
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