Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Arthasheldupahandforsilence.

           "Mycountrymen,Ijoinyouincelebrationofthismostreveredofnights—thenightwhenwerememberthosewhoarenolongerwithus,andcastasidethethingsthatholdusback.Weburntheeffigyofthewickermanasasymboloftheyearthatispassing,muchasthefarmersburntheremainsoftheharvestedfields.Theashesnourishthesoil,andthisritenourishesoursouls.Itisgoodtoseesomanyheretonight.IampleasedtobeabletoofferthedistincthonoroflightingthewickermantoLadyJainaProudmoore."

           Jaina’seyeswentwide.Arthasturnedtoher,grinningwickedly.

           "SheisthedaughterofwarheroAdmiralDaelinProudmoore,andpromisestobeapowerfulmageinherownright.Asmagiaremastersoffire,Ithinkitonlyrightthatshelightourwickermanthisevening.Doyouagree?"

           Thoseassembledroaredwithdelight,asArthasknewtheywould.ArthasbowedatJaina,thenleanedinandwhispered,"Givethemashow—they’llloveit."

           Jainanoddedimperceptibly,thenturnedtothecrowdandwaved.Theircheeringincreased.Shetuckedalockofhairbehindherear,brieflyrevealinghernervousness,thencomposedherface.Sheclosedhereyesandliftedherhands,murmuringanincantation.

           Jainawasdressedinfirehuesofred,yellow,andorange.