Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "Listentaeme,lad.We’llfindanotherwaytaesaveyerpeople.Let’sleavenow,gobackandfindthatway."

           Muradinwaswrong.Hesimplydidn’tunderstand.Arthashadtodothis.Ifhewalkedawaynow,hewouldhavefailed,again,andhecouldn’tletthathappen.Hehadbeenthwartedateveryturn.

           Notthistime.

           HebelievedintheLight,becausehecouldseeitandhadusedit,andhebelievedinghostsandthewalkingdead,becausehehadfoughtthem.Butuntilthismoment,hehadscoffedattheideaofunseenpowers,ofspiritsofplacesorthings.Butnow,hisheartracinginanticipationandwithayearning,acravingthatseemedtognawathisverysoul,thewordscamefromhislipsasifoftheirownaccord,lacedwithhisdreadfulwanting.

           "Now,Icallouttothespiritsofthisplace,"hesaid,hisbreathfrostinginthecold,stillair.Justbeyondhisreach,Frostmournehung,suspended,awaitinghim."Whateveryoube,goodorillorneitherorboth.Icanfeelyouhere.Iknowyouarelistening.I’mready.Iunderstand.AndItellyounow—Iwillgiveanything,orpayanyprice,ifonlyyouwillhelpmesavemypeople."

           Foralong,terriblemoment,nothinghappened.Hisbreathfrosted,faded,frostedagain,andcoldsweatdottedhisbrow.