Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "Thatwasclose,he’dalmostmessedup.

           Faolgavehimaquickwinkofreassurance,thenturnedtoaddressboththeclericsandthepaladins."Brothersandsisters—youwhohavegatheredheretobearwitness—raiseyourhandsandlettheLightilluminatethisman."

           Theclericsandpaladinsallliftedrighthands,whichwerenowsuffusedbyasoft,goldenglow.TheypointedatArthas,directingtheradiancetowardhim.Arthas’seyeswerewidewithwonder,andhewaitedforthegloriousglowtoenvelophim.

           Nothinghappened.

           Themomentstretchedon.

           SweatbrokeoutonArthas’sbrow.Whatwasgoingwrong?Whywasn’ttheLightwrappingitselfaroundhiminblessingandbenediction?

           Andthenthesunlightstreaminginthroughwindowsintheceilingslowlybegantomovetowardtheprincestandingaloneinshiningarmor,andArthasexhaledinrelief.ThishadtobewhatUtherhadspokenof.ThefeelingofunworthinessthatUtherassuredhimallpaladinsfeltsimplyseemedtodragoutthemoment.ThewordsUtherhadspokencamebacktohim:Noonefeelshedeservesit...itsgrace,pureandsimple...buttheLightlovesusanyway.

           Nowitshonedownonhim,inhim,throughhim,andhewasforcedtoshuthiseyesagainstthealmostblindingradiance.Itwarmedatfirst,thenseared,andhewincedslightly.Hefelt—scoured.