Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Hewaspuzzledthathisservantsdidnotanswerthetentativeknockonthedoorandwasevenmorestartledtoseetheprettyblondgirlstandingtherecarryingatrayofdelicacies.Hereyesweredowncast,butherdresswasrevealingenoughthathedidn’tspeakimmediately.

           Shedroppedacurtsey."MylordBlackmooresentmewiththisofferingofthingstotemptyou,"shesaid.Colorsuffusedhercheeks.Arthaswasconfused.

           "I—tellyourmasterthankyou,althoughIamnothungry.AndI’mwonderingwhathe’sdonewithmyservants."

           "Theyhavebeeninvitedtoarepastwiththeotherservants,"Tarethaexplained.Shestilldidn’tlookup.

           "Isee.Well,that’skindofthelieutenantgeneral;I’msurethemenappreciateit."

           Shedidn’tmove.

           "Isthereanythingelse,Taretha?"

           Thepinkinhercheeksdeepened,andsheliftedhereyestohim.Theywerecalm,resigned."MylordBlackmooresentmewiththisofferingofthingstotemptyou,"sherepeated."Thingsyoumightenjoy."

           Understandingburstuponhimthen.Understanding,andembarrassment,andirritation,andanger.Hecomposedhimselfwithaneffort—itwashardlythegirl’sfault,indeed,shewastheonebeingillused.

           "Taretha,"hesaid,"I’lltakethefood,withthanks.Ineednothingelse."

           "YourHighness,I’mafraidhewillinsist."

           "TellhimIsaidit’sfine.