Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Shewassoweary,itwasdifficulttocomposeherthoughts.Shetookanotherbiteofcheese,focusingongettingthebadlyneedednourishmentintoherbody.Forsomereasonitwashardforhertoswallow.

           "Jaina...Ijustwantinnocentpeopletostopdying.That’sall.And...Iadmit,I’mupsetthatIcan’tseemtomakethathappen.Butoncethisisover,you’llsee.Everythingwillbefineagain.Ipromise."

           Hesmileddownather,andforamomentshesawtheoldArthasinhishandsomeface.Shesmiledbackinwhatshehopedwasareassuringfashion.

           "Areyoudonenow?"

           Twobites.Jainaputtherestofthecheeseaway."Yes,I’mdone.Let’skeepgoing."

           Theskywasturningfromblacktotheashygrayofdawnwhentheyfirstheardthegunfire.Arthas’sheartsank.Hespurredhishorseastheywoundtheirwaynorthupthelongroadthatcutthroughthedeceptivelypleasanthills.JustoutsidethegatesofHearthglen,theysawseveralmenanddwarvesarmedwithrifles—alltrainedonthem.Waftedtohimonthelightbreeze,mixedinwiththesmellofgunpowder,wastheincongruouslypleasant,slightlysweetscentofbakingbread.

           "Holdyourfire!"Arthascriedashistroopsgallopedup.Hedrewreinsohardhismountrearedinstartlement."IamPrinceArthas!What’sgoingon?Whyareyousoarmed?"

           Theyloweredtheirrifles,clearlysurprisedtoseetheirprincestandingrightinfrontofthem.