Артас: Возвышение короля-лича
Chapter 17
"Thisurnholdsyourfather’sashes,Arthas!What,wereyouhopingtopissonthemonelasttimebeforeyoulefthiskingdomtorot?"
AsuddenjoltwentthroughArthas.
Father—
"Ididn’tknowwhatitheld,"hemurmured,asmuchtohimselfastoUther.SothiswasthesecondreasonthedreadlordhadsmirkedashehadgivenArthashisinstructions.He,atleast,hadknownwhattheurncontained.Testaftertest.CouldArthasfighthismentor...couldheblasphemehisfather’sashes.Arthaswasgrowingsickofit.Heharnessedthatangerashespoke,dismountinganddrawingFrostmourne.
"Nordoesitmatter.I’lltakewhatIcameforonewayoranother."
Frostmournewasalmosthummingnow,inhismindandinhishand,eagerforthebattle.Arthassettledintoattackposition.Utherregardedhimforamoment,thenslowlyliftedhisownglowingweapon.
"Ididn’twanttobelieveit,"hesaid,hisvoicegruff,andArthasrealizedwithhorrorthattearsstoodinUther’seyes."Whenyouwereyoungerandselfish,Icalleditachild’sfailing.Whenyoupushedonstubbornly,Idismisseditasayouth’sneedtomoveoutfromunderhisfather’sshadow.AndStratholme—aye,Lightforgiveme,eventhat—Iprayedyouwouldfindyourownpathtoseetheerrorofyourjudgment.Icouldnotstandagainstmyliege’sson."
Arthasforcedasmileasthetwobegantocircleeachother."Butnowyoudo.
