Артас: Возвышение короля-лича
Chapter 8
Itwillbeeventually,anyway.Iknowthat."
"Jaina,Ijustwanttomakesurethisisright.Forbothofus."
Idon’twanttomessthisup.Ican’tmessthisup.
Shenodded.Shetookadeepbreathandsteadiedherself,givinghimasmile...areal,ifhurting,smile."Come,PrinceArthas.Youneedtoescortyourfriendtotheball."
Arthassomehowmadeitthroughtheevening,andsodidJaina,althoughTerenaskeptgivinghimstrangeglances.Hedidn’twanttotellhisfather,notyet.Itwasastrainedandunhappynight,andatonepointduringapauseinthedancing,Arthaslookedoutattheblanketofwhitesnowandthemoon-silveredlake,andwonderedwhyeverythingbadseemedtohappeninwinter.
LieutenantGeneralAedelasBlackmooredidn’tlookparticularlyhappytohavethisexclusiveaudiencewithKingTerenasandPrinceArthas.Infact,helookedlikehedesperatelywouldliketoslinkawayunnoticed.
Theyearshadnotbeenkindtohim,neitherphysicallynorinthehandfatehaddealthim.Arthasrecalledahandsome,ratherdashingmilitarycommanderwho,whiledoubtlessoverfondofhisdrink,atleastseemedabletokeeptheravagesofitatbay.Nolonger.Blackmoore’shairwasstreakedwithgray,hehadputonweight,andhiseyeswerebloodshot.Hewas,fortunately,stone-coldsober.Hadheshoweduptothismeetingintoxicated,Terenas,afirmbelieverintheneedformoderationinallthings,wouldhaverefusedtoseehim.
