Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           HeturnedtoJaina,hiseyessearchinghers,andforamoment—justamoment—helookedlikehimself,earnest,young,alittlescared.

           "Jaina?"

           Thesinglewordwassomuchmore.Itwasbothquestionandplea.Evenasshestaredathim,frozenlikethebirdbeforethesnake,hereachedoutagauntletedhandtoher.Shestaredatitforamoment,thinkingofallthetimesthathandhadclaspedherswarmly,hadcaressedher,hadbeenlainonthewoundedandglowedwithhealinglight.

           Shecouldnottakethathand.

           "I’msorry,Arthas.Ican’twatchyoudothis."

           Therewasnomaskonhisfacenow,nomercifulcoldnesstoshutterhispainawayfromher.Shockeddisbeliefradiatedfromhim.Shecouldn’tbeartolookathimanymore.Gulping,hereyesfilledwithtears,JainaturnedawaytofindUtherregardingherwithcompassionandapproval.Heheldouthishandtohelphermountandshewasgratefulforhissteadinessandcomposure.Jainawasshaking,badly,andclungtoherhorseasUthermountedand,holdingherhorse’sreins,ledthembothawayfromthegreatesthorrortheyhadyetencounteredinthiswholedreadfulordeal.

           "Jaina?"Arthas’svoicefollowedher.

           Sheclosedhereyes,tearsslippingfrombeneathclosedlids."I’msorry,"shewhisperedagain."I’msosorry."

           "Jaina?...Jaina!"

           Shehadturnedherbackonhim.

           Hecouldn’tbelieveit.