Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

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           Thedreadlordwassmirking.Therewasmoretothisthanatfirstwasapparent.Arthasopenedhismouthtoinquire,thenclosedit.Tichondriuswouldnottellhimanyway.Heshrugged,mountedInvincible,androdewherehewastold.

           Behindhim,heheardthedemon’sdarklaughter.

           Tichondriushadbeenright.Movingslowlyalongtheroad,onfoot,wasasmallfuneralprocession.Amilitaryfuneral,oroneforanimportantdignitary;Arthasrecognizedthetrappingsofsuchthings.Severalmeninarmormarchedsinglefile;onemaninthecentercarriedsomethinginpowerfularms.Thefaintsunglintedonhisarmorandupontheitemhebore—theurnofwhichTichondriushadspoken.AndsuddenlyArthasunderstoodwhyTichondriushadbeenamused.

           Thepaladin’scarriagewasdistinctive,hisarmorunique,andArthasgrippedFrostmournewithhandsthathadsuddenlybecomeslightlyunsteady.Heforcedthemyriad,confusing,unsettlingsensationsdown,andorderedhismentoapproach.

           Thefuneralpartywasnotlarge,thoughitwasfilledwithfightersofdistinction,anditwasaneasymattertocompletelysurroundthem.Theydrewtheirweapons,butdidnotattack,turninginsteadforinstructionstothemanwhoboretheurn.Uther—foritcouldbenooneelse,seemedcompletelyincontrolasheregardedhisformerstudent.Hisfacewasimpassive,butmorelinedthanArthasremembered.Hiseyes,however,burnedwithrighteousfury.