Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Butthesestormsweremorethanstorms,weremorethannatural.Heglancedattheyoungones,shiveringnotwithcold,notthetuskarr,butwithfear.

           "Hedreams,"oneofthemmurmured,eyesbright,whiskersbristling.

           "Silence,"snappedAtuik,moregrufflythanhehadintended.Thechild,startled,fellsilent,andonceagaintheonlysoundwastheachingsobofthesnowandwind.

           Itroselikethesmoke,thedeepbellowingnoise,wordlessbutfullofmeaning;achant,carriedbyadozenvoices.Thesoundsofdrumsandrattlesandbonestrikingboneformedafierceundercurrenttothewordlesscall.Theworstofthewind’sangerwasdeflectedfromthetaunkavillagebythecircleofpostsandhides,andthelodges,theircurvingroofsarchingoveralargeinteriorspaceindefianceofthehardshipsofthisland,werestrong.

           Overthesoundofdeepandancientritual,thewind’scrycouldstillbeheard.Thedancer,ashamanbythenameofKamiku,missedastepandhishoofstruckawkwardly.Herecoveredandcontinued.Focus.Itwasallaboutfocus.Itwashowoneharnessedtheelementsandwrungfromthemobedience;itwashowhispeoplesurvivedinalandthatwasharshandunforgiving.

           Sweatdampenedanddarkenedhisfurashedanced.Hislargebrowneyeswereclosedinconcentration,hishoovesagainfindingtheirpowerfulrhythm.Hetossedhishead,shorthornsstabbingtheair,tailtwitching.Othersdancedbesidehim.