Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Buthehaddissolvedtheorder.Thereshouldn’tbeanypaladins,letalonegatheredhere.Frostmournewhispered;itwashungry.Arthasdrewthemightyruneblade,lifteditsothelittlearmyofacolyteswhoaccompaniedhimcouldseeandbeinspiredbyit,andcharged.Invinciblesprangforward,andArthassawtheshockonthefacesofthecemetery’sguardiansasheboredownonthem.Theyfoughtvaliantly,butintheend,itwasfutile;andtheyknewit,hecouldseeitintheireyes.

           HehadjusttuggedFrostmournefree,feelingthesword’sjoyintakinganothersoul,whenavoicecried,"Arthas!"

           ItwasavoiceArthashadheardbefore,buthecouldn’tquiteplaceit.Heturnedtowardthespeaker.

           Themanwastallandimposing.Hehadremovedhishelm,anditwasthethickbeardthatjoggedArthas’smemory."Gavinrad,"hesaid,surprised."Ithasbeenalongtime."

           "Notlongenough.Whereisthehammerwegiftedyouwith?"Gavinradsaid,almostspittingthewords."Theweaponofapaladin.Aweaponofhonor."

           Arthasremembered.Ithadbeenthismanwhohadplacedthehammerathisfeet.Howclean,howpure,howsimpleithadallseemedthen.

           "Ihaveabetterweaponnow,"Arthassaid.HeliftedFrostmourne.Itseemedtopulseeagerlyinhishand.Awhimstruckhim,andheobeyedit."Standaside,brother,"hesaid,anoddgentlenesstingeinghisvoice."I’vecometocollectsomeoldbones.