Lyra led him almost to the end of the garden, over a little bridge, to a wooden seat under a spreading low-branched tree.
"Yes!" she said. "I hoped so much, and here it is, just the same Will, I used to come here in my Oxford and sit on this exact same bench whenever I wanted to be alone, just me and Pan. What I thought was that if you - maybe just once a year - if we could come here at the same time, just for an hour or something, then we could pretend we were close again - because we would be close, if you sat here and I sat here in my world -"
"Yes," he said, "as long as I live, I’ll come back. Wherever I am in the world I’ll come back here - "
"On Midsummer’s Day," she said. "At midday. As long as I live. As long as I live …"
He found himself unable to see, but he let the hot tears flow and just held her close.
This is a place I would truly love to go. To sit on Will and Lyra’s bench at midday on my birthday just like they do in the novel would be a dream come true. Maybe for my 21st next year? With a picnic?