Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Notdirectlyatthearmor,no,thethingwasveryoldandveryvaluable,butrightbesideit.Strike,block,duckinundertheswing,bringtheswordallthewayacrossthebody,thenwhirland—

           Hegaspedastheswordseemedtotakeonalifeofitsownandflewacrosstheroom.Itlandedloudlyonthemarblefloor,slidingalongwithagratingsoundbeforeslowlyspinningtoastop.

           Dammit!Helookedtowardthedoor—andrightintothefaceofMuradinBronzebeard.

           MuradinwasthedwarvenambassadortoLordaeron,brothertoKingMagniBronzebeardandagreatfavoriteatcourtforhisjovial,no-nonsenseapproachtoeverythingfromfinealeandpastriestomattersofstate.Hehadareputationasanexcellentwarrioraswell,cunningandfierceinbattle.

           AndhehadjustwatchedthefuturekingofLordaeronpretendtofightorcsandthrowhisswordclearacrosstheroom.Arthasfelthiswholebodybreakoutinasweat,andheknewhischeekswerepink.Hetriedtorecover.

           "Um...Ambassador...Iwasjust..."

           Thedwarfcoughedandlookedaway."I’mlookin’feryerfather,boy.Canyedirectme?Thisinfernalplacehastoomanyturns."

           Arthasmutelypointedtoastairwayonhisleft.Hewatchedthedwarfgo.Nootherwordswereexchanged.

           Arthashadneverbeenmoreembarrassedinhislife.Tearsofshameburnedinhiseyes,andheblinkedthembackhard.