Артас: Возвышение короля-лича
Chapter 15
Arthasgottohisfeetandtookunsteadystepstowardtheradiantweapon,hishand,stillwetwiththebloodofhisfriend,outstretchedandtrembling.Itclosedontheshaftandhisfingerscurledaroundit,fittingitperfectly,asiftheonewasmadefortheother.
Coldshotthroughhim,shiveringuphisarms,spreadingoverhisbodyandintohisheart.Itwaspainfulforamomentandheknewahintofalarm,andthensuddenlyitwasallright.Itwasallallright;Frostmournewashisandhewasits,anditsvoicewasspeaking,whispering,caressinginsidehismindasifithadalwaysbeenthere.
Withacryofjoy,heliftedtheweapon,gazingatitinwonderandfiercepride.Hewouldmakethingsright—he,ArthasMenethil,andthegloriousFrostmournethatwasnowasmuchapartofhimashismindorhisheartorhisbreath,andhelistenedintentlytothesecretsitrevealed.
