Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Hedidnotknowwhathewoulddoifhefailedagain.

           Jainawasexhausted.SheknewthatArthaswantedtomakethebesttimepossible,andshesharedhisconcern.Liveswereatstake.Sowhenheaskedherifshecouldgothroughthenightwithoutstopping,shenodded.

           Theyhadbeenridinghardforfourhourswhenshefoundherselfhalfoffhermount.Shewassobone-wearyshe’dfallenunconsciousforafewseconds.Fearshotthroughherandshegrabbedontothehorse’smanewildly,pullingherselfbackupintothesaddleandyankingonthereinssothehorsewouldstop.

           Shesatthere,thereinsclutchedinherhands,trembling,forseveralminutesbeforeArthasrealizedshe’dfallenbehind.Dimlysheheardhimcallingahalt.Shelookedupathimmutelyashecantereduptoher.

           "Jaina,what’swrong?"

           "I...I’msorryArthas.IknowyouwanttomakegoodtimeandsodoI,but—IwassotiredIalmostfelloff.Couldwestop,forjustalittlewhile?"

           Shesawtheconcernforherandfrustrationatthesituationwarringonhisface,eveninthedimlight."Howlongdoyouthinkyou’llneed?"

           Acoupleofdays,shewantedtosay,butinsteadshesaid,"Justlongenoughtoeatsomethingandrestforabit."

           Henodded,reachinguptoherandhelpingheroffthehorse.Heborehertothesideoftheroad,wherehesetherdowngently.Jainafishedinherpackforsomecheesewithhandsthattrembled.