Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           ShehadbeenhereinDalaranwhenwordhadcome,fromahandfulofsurvivorswhohadmanagedtoescape,aboutwhathadhappenedtoQuel’Thalas.Sotoohadbeenthequel’doreiprince.ShehadneverseenKael’thasso—soangry,soshattered,soraw.Shehadgonetohim,wordsofcompassionandcomfortonherlips,buthewhirledandgazedatherwithsuchalookoffurythatsheinstinctivelydrewback.

           "Saynothing,"Kaelhadsnarled.Hisfistsclenched;shecouldsee,tohershock,thathewasbarelyrestraininghimselffromphysicallyharmingher."Foolishgirl.Thisisthemonsteryouwouldtaketoyourbed?"

           Jainablinked,stunnedatthecrudenessofthewordscomingfromonesocultured."I—"

           Buthewasnotinterestedinhearinganythingshehadtosay."Arthasisabutcher!Hehasslaughteredthousandsofinnocentpeople!Thereissomuchbloodonhishandsthatawholeoceancouldneverwashthemclean.Andyoulovedhim?Chosehimoverme?"

           Hisvoice,normallysomellifluousandcontrolled,crackedonthelastword.Jainafeltquicktearscometohereyesasshesuddenlyunderstood.Hewasattackingherbecausehecouldnotattackhisrealenemy.Hefelthelpless,impotent,andwasstrikingoutatthenearesttarget—ather,JainaProudmoore,whoselovehehadwantedandfailedtowin.

           "Oh...Kael’thas,"shesaidsoftly,"hehasdone...terriblethings,"shebegan."Whatyourpeoplehavesuffered—"

           "Youknownothingofsuffering!"hecried.