Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Foralongmomenthesimplystared,dumbfounded,atherretreatingfigure.Howcouldsheabandonhimlikethis?Sheknewhim.Sheknewhimbetterthananyoneelseintheworldhadknownhim,bettermaybethanheknewhimself.Shehadalwaysunderstoodhim.Hismindsuddenlywentbacktothenighttheyhadbecomelovers,bathedfirstintheorangeglowofthewickerman’sfire,andlaterthecoolblueofmoonlight.He’dheldhertohim,pleading.

           Don’tdenyme,Jaina.Don’teverdenyme.Please.

           Ineverwould,Arthas.Never.

           Ohyes,powerfulwords,whisperedinapowerfulmoment,butnow,nowwhenitreallycounted,shehaddoneexactlythat—deniedhimandbetrayedhim.Dammit,she’devenagreedthatifitwereher,she’dwanttobekilledoutrightbeforetheplaguecameandtwistedherintoaviolationofeverythinggoodandtrueandnatural.She’dlefthim,alone.Ifshe’dstabbedhiminthegut,hedidn’tthinkhecouldhurtworse.

           Thethoughtcame,briefandbrightandsharp:Wassheright?

           No.No,shecouldn’tbe.Becauseifshewasright,thenhewasabouttobecomeamassmurderer,andheknewthatwasn’twhohewas.Heknewit.

           Heshookoffthedazedhorror,lickinglipssuddenlygonedry,andtookadeepbreath.SomeofthemenhaddepartedwithUther.Alotofthem.Toomany,truthbetold.Couldheeventakethiscitywiththisfew?

           "Sir,ifImay,"Falricsaid,"I’m...well...