Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "Muradin?"Arthascriedinshockandpleasure."MuradinBronzebeard,isthatyou?"

           Thestoutdwarfsteppedoutfrombehindtherowofweapons,peeringcautiously.Thescowlonhisfacewasreplacedbyanenormousgrin."Arthas,lad!Ineverimaginedthatye’dbeth’onetaecometaeourrescue!"

           Hestrodeforward,hisfaceevenmorehiddenbythebushybeardArthasrememberedfromhisyouth,ifsuchathingwaspossible,hiseyesmorelinedbutnowtwinklingwithpleasure.Hespreadhisarms,marcheduptoArthas,andembracedtheprinceaboutthewaist.Arthaslaughed—Light,ithadbeensolongsincehehadlaughed—andhuggedhisoldfriendandtrainerback.Astheydrewapart,themeaningofMuradin’swordsregisteredonArthas.

           "Rescue?Muradin,Ididn’tevenknowyouwerehere.Icameto—"Hesnappedhismouthclosedonthewords.Hedidn’tknowhowMuradinwouldreactyet,andsosimplysmiledatthedwarf."Thatcanallwait,"hesaidinstead."Come,myoldfriend.We’vegotabasecampsetupnottoofarfromhere.Lookslikeyouandyourmencoulduseahotmeal."

           "Ifyehavealeaswell,that’dbeayesfromme,"Muradingrinned.

           TherewasacelebratoryairasArthas,Muradin,hissecondincommandBaelgun,andtheotherdwarvesmarchedintocampthatevenmanagedtotakeaslightedgeoffthenever-endingcoldoftheplace.