Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Itdidnotunnervethemasithadbefore.Shestoodonthebridge,herheadheldhigh,herblackhoodslippingalittletoshowbrightgoldenhair.Thearmyofthedeadslowedandhalted,confusedbythesight.Theuglywagons,catapults,andtrebuchetsrumbledtoahalt.Arthas’sskeletalhorsereared,andhereacheddownandstrokedthebonyneckasifitwerealivingbeast.Sylvanasfeltashiverofnauseaatthewrongnessofthetableauasthethingrespondedtoitsmaster’stouch.

           "Goodness,"Arthassaid,humorlacingthewordwithsomethingakintowarmth."Thiscan’tbeoneoftheoh-so-imposingelfgatesI’veheardsomuchabout."

           Sylvanasforcedherselftogrinback."No,notquite.Butyou’llstillfinditachallenge."

           "Itisbutasimplebridge,mylady.Butthenagain,theelvesareveryfondofputtingpapermanesoncatsandcallingthemlions."

           Sheeyedhisarmyforamoment,herangerpenetratingherforcedsmugness."You’vewonthroughthisgate,butcher,butyouwon’tgetthroughthesecond.TheinnergatetoSilvermooncanonlybeopenedwithaspecialkey,anditshallneverbeyours!"

           Shenoddedtohercompanions,andtheyracedacrossthebridgetojointheirfellowsontheotherside.

           Arthas’shumorfadedandhispaleeyesflashed.Hisgauntletedhandtightenedontheruneblade.Itsmarkingsthrummed."Youwasteyourtime,woman.Youcannotoutruntheinevitable.ThoughIadmititisamusingtowatchyouscurry