Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "Ohyes,sir,Iwaspayingattention."Arthaschuckled.

           "Goodlad,goodlad."Muradinreacheduptoclaphimontheshoulder."Now,offwi’ye.Ye’vetakenquitethebeatingtoday;yedeserveabito’rest."

           HiseyestwinkledashespokeandArthasnoddedasifagreeing.Today,itwasMuradinwhohadtakenthebeating.AndheseemedashappyasArthasatthefact.Theprince’sheartsuddenlyswelledwithaffectiontowardthedwarf.Thoughastricttaskmaster,MuradinwassomeoneofwhomArthashadgrownterriblyfond.

           Hewhistledalittleashestrodetowardhisquarters,butthenasuddenoutburstfrozehiminhistracks.

           "No,Father!Iwillnot!"

           "Calia,Igrowtiredofthisconversation.Youhavenosayinthismatter."

           "Papa,please,no!"

           ArthasedgedalittleclosertoCalia’schambers.Thedoorwasajarandhelistened,slightlyworried.TerenasdotedonCalia.WhatintheworldwasheaskingofhertomakeherbegwithhimandusethetermofendearmentthatbothsheandArthashaddroppedastheygrewtowardadulthood?

           Caliasobbedbrokenly.Arthascouldtakeitnolonger.Heopenedthedoor."I’msorry,Icouldn’thelpbutoverhear,but—whatiswrong?"

           Terenashadrecentlyseemedtobeactingstrangely,andnowhelookedfuriouswithhissixteen-year-olddaughter."Itisnobusinessofyours,Arthas,"Terenasrumbled.