Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

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           Thevoicewasmusical,smooth,cultured...andlacedwithhatred.Arthasturned,recognizingit,startledandpleasedtofinditsownerhere.Thetwistsandturnsoffateindeed.

           "PrinceKael’thas,"hesaid,grinning.Theelfstoodafewyardsaway,theshimmerofhisteleportationspellstillfading.Seeminglyageless,helookedexactlythesameasArthasremembered.No,notexactly.Theblueeyesgleamedwithsuppressedanger.Notthehotragehehadseenuponthevisagethelasttimetheyhadencounteredeachother,butacold,deep-seatedfury.HenolongerworethepurpleandbluerobesoftheKirinTor,butthetraditionalcrimsonhuesofhispeople.

           "ArthasMenethil."Theelfdidnotuseatitle.Heobviouslymeantitasaslight,butitbotheredArthasnotatall.Heknewwellenoughwhathewas,andsoon,thistoo-prettyprincelingwouldknowitalso."Iwouldspitatthethoughtofyournameinmymouth,butyouaren’tevenworththat."

           "Ah,Kael,"Arthassaid,grinning."Evenyourinsultsareunnecessarilycomplicated.Gladtoseeyouhaven’tchanged—asineffectualasever.Thatraisesaquestion.Whyweren’tyouatQuel’Thalasanyway?ContenttoletotherpeopledieforyouwhileyousatsnugandsecureinyourVioletCitadel?Idon’tthinkyou’llbedoingthatanymore."

           Kael’thasgrittedhisteeth,hiseyesnarrowing."ThatmuchIwillgiveyou.Ishouldhavebeenthere.