Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Hehadanastycutonhisleg,butI’msureyou’llbegladtoknowthehorsemastersayshe’llbefine."

           Arthasdebatedlying,tellingUtherthey’dbeenspookedandInvinciblehadfled.Butitwasobviousfromthegrassstainsonhisclothesthathe’dfallen,andUtherwouldneverbelievethattheprincecouldn’tstayongentleoldTrueheart,spookedornot.

           "Youknowyouwerenotsupposedtoridehimyet,"Uthercontinuedinexorably.

           Arthassighed."Iknow."

           "Arthas,doyounotunderstand?Ifyouputtoomuchpressureonhimatthisagehe—"

           "Igetit,allright?Icouldcripplehim.Itwasjusttheonetime."

           "Andthat’sallitwillbe,isn’tit?"

           "Yes,sir,"Arthassaid,sullenly.

           "Youmissedyourlessons.Again."

           ArthaswassilentanddidnotlookupatUther.Hewasangry,embarrassed,andhurting,andwantednothingmorethanahotbathandsomebriarthornteatoeasethepain.Hisrightkneewasstartingtoswell.

           "Atleastyouareintimefortheprayersessionthisafternoon."Uthereyedhimupanddown."Thoughyou’llneedtowashup."Arthaswasindeedsweatyandknewhesmelledlikehorse.Itwasagoodsmell,hethought.Anhonestone."Hurryup.We’llbeassemblinginthechapel."

           Arthaswasn’tevensurewhattheprayersessionwasfocusingontoday.