Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Anhourlater,ArthasMenethilwassafelyensconcedinoneofthemanybalconiesthatoverlookedthethroneroom.Hegrinnedtohimself;hewasstillsmallenoughtohideundertheseatsifanyonepokedtheirnoseinforaquickperusal.Hefidgetedslightly;anotheryearortwoandhewouldn’tbeabletodothis.

           Butinayearortwo,surelyFatherwillunderstandthatIdeservetobepresentatsuchevents,andIwon’thavetohide.

           Thethoughtpleasedhim.Herolleduphiscloakanduseditasapillowwhilehewaited.Theroomwaswarmfrombraziers,torches,andtheheatofmanybodiesinasmallspace.Theheatandthesoothingmurmurofvoicesinnormaldiscussionlulledhim,andhealmostfellasleep.

           "YourMajesty."

           Thevoice,powerful,resonant,andstrong,jerkedArthasawake.

           "IamAnduinLothar,aknightofStormwind."

           Theywerehere!LordAnduinLothar,theonetimeChampionofStormwind...Arthasedgedoutfromundertheseatandrosecarefully,makingsurehewashiddenbehindthebluecurtainthatdrapedthebox,andpeekedout.

           Lotharlookedeveryinchthewarrior,Arthasthoughtasheregardedtheman.Tall,powerfullybuilt,heworeheavyarmorwithaneasethatindicatedhewaswellaccustomedtoitsweight.Althoughhisupperlipandjawsportedathickmustacheandshortbeard,hisheadwasalmostbald;whathairhehadlefthadbeentiedbackinasmallponytail.