Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

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           Staringintothoseeyes,Jainaknewhewasright.Therewasnocontrol,nocompelling—justaknowing,deepandcertainanddowntoherbones.

           "I—"Swallowinghard,shetookonelastlookatthehorrorswroughtbythemanshelovedandstilldidlove,andnodded.

           "Iwilldoasyousay."

           AndleavemyArthastothedestinyhehaschosen.Thereisnootherway.

           "Itwilltaketime,togatherthemall.Tomakethembelieveme."

           "Idonotknowthatyouhavethatmuchtimeleft.Somuchofithasalreadybeensquandered."

           Jainaliftedherchin."Icannotgowithouttrying.Ifyouknowsomuchaboutme,thensurelyyoumustknowthat."

           Theravenprophetseemedtorelaxmarginallyandsmiledather,squeezinghershoulder."Dowhatyoufeelyoumust,butdonottarryoverlong.Thehourglassemptiesswiftly,anddelaycouldbedeadly."

           Shenodded,tooovercometospeak.Somanytotalkto—Antonidas’schiefamongthem.Ifhewouldlistentoanyone,shethought,itwouldbeher.Shewouldbearwitnessforthesedead—forthefollyofnotretreatingtoKalimdorwhilethelivingyetwalkedhere.

           Theprophet’sformdwindledandshifted,becomingonceagainthatofthelargeblackbird,andheflewoffwitharustleofwings.Andsomehowasitbrushedherface,thewindfromthoseblackwingsdidnotsmellofcarrion,orsmoke,ordeath.Itsmelledcleanandfresh