Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Idon’tknowaboutyou,butI’mexhausted.I’llseeyouinthemorning.Sleepwell,Arthas."

           Buthecouldn’tsleep.Hetossedandturnedinhisbedroll,staringupatthesky,thenightsoundscontrivingtocatchhisattentionevenwhenhedidstarttodriftoff.Hecouldtakeitnomore.He’dalwaysbeenimpulsive,andheknewit,butdammit—

           Hethrewbacktheblanketsandsatup.Thecampwasstill.Theywereinnodangerhere,sotherewasnoonesettowatch.Quietly,ArthasroseandwenttotheareawhereheknewJainawassleeping.Hekneltdownbesideherandbrushedherhairbackfromherface.

           "Jaina,"hewhispered,"wakeup."

           Asshehaddonethatnightsolongago,sheagainawokeinsilenceandunafraid,blinkingupathimcuriously.

           Hegrinned."Youupforanadventure?"

           Shetiltedherhead,smiling,thememoriesobviouslycomingbacktoheraswell."Whatsortofanadventure?"shecountered.

           "Trustme."

           "Ialwayshave,Arthas."

           Theyspokeinwhispers,theirbreathvisibleinthecoldnightair.Shewasproppedupononeelbownow,andheimitatedher,reachingwithhisotherhandtotouchherface.Shedidnotpullback.

           "Jaina...Ithinktherewasareasonwewerebroughttogetheragain."

           Thereitwas,thelittlefurrowinherbrow."Ofcourse.Yourfathersentyoubecause—"

           "No,no.Morethanthat.