Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Shehadtriedtochalkituptotheweatherandthetensionsthatalwaysranhighwhenitwassodampandunpleasant.ButAegwynnwassuggestingthattherewasmoretoitthanthat,andJainaProudmoore,thirtyyearsofage,rulerofTheramoreIsle,knewtheoldwomanwasright.Oldwoman.Asmileflickeredonherlipsasshethoughtaboutthewords.Sheherselfwaswellpastherownyouth,ayouthinwhichArthasMenethilhadplayedsosignificantarole.

           "Tellmeofhim,"Aegwynnsaid,sittingbackinherchair.Atthatmoment,oneoftheservantscamewithafreshpotofteaandcookieshotfromtheoven.Jainaacceptedacupgratefully.

           "I’vetoldyouallIknow."

           "No,"Aegwynnretorted."Youtoldmethefactsofwhathappened.Iwantyoutotellmeabouthim.ArthasMenethil.Becausewhatever’sgoingonrightnowupinNorthrend—andyes,Ithinksomethingisgoingon—it’saboutArthas,nottheLichKing.Notyetatanyrate.Besides,"andtheoldwomangrinned,thewrinklesthatlinedherfaceovershadowedbytheimpish,girlishglintinheremeraldeyes,"it’sacoldandrainyday.Andthat’sexactlythesortofdaystoriesweremadefor."