Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Emptied,scrubbedclean,thenfilledagain,andhefelttheLightswellinsidehimandthenfadeawaytoatolerablelevel.Heblinkedandreachedforthehammer,thesymboloftheorder.Ashishandclosedaboutthehaft,helookedupatArchbishopFaol,whosebenignsmilewidened.

           "Arise,ArthasMenethil,paladindefenderofLordaeron.WelcometotheOrderoftheSilverHand."

           Arthascouldn’thelpit.Hegrinnedashegraspedtheenormoushammer,solargethatforabriefmomenthethoughthewouldn’tbeabletoliftit,andswungitupwardwithawhoop.TheLight,herealized,madethehammerseemtoweighlessinhishands.Athisexultantcry,thecathedralsuddenlybegantoringwiththesoundofansweringcheersandapplause.Arthasfoundhimselfroughlyembracedbyhisnewbrothersandsisters,andthenallremnantsofformalityweretornawayashisfather,Varian,andotherscrowdedthealtararea.MuchlaughterwashadasVariantriedtoclaphimontheshoulder,onlytohavehishandstingwhenhestruckthehardmetaloftheshoulderplates.AndthensomehowArthaswasturnedaroundandstaredintotheblue-eyed,smilingfaceofLadyJainaProudmoore.

           Theyweremereinchesapart,jostledandpressedtogetherbythethrongthathadsomehowsprunguparoundthenewestmemberoftheOrderoftheSilverHand,andArthaswasn’tabouttolettheuniqueopportunityslipaway.Almostatoncehisleftarmslippedaroundhertrimwaistandhepulledhertohim.