Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Motherandnewbornsniffedeachother,thenBrightmanegruntedandbegantobathehersonwithherlongtongue.

           "Eh,lad,you’reabitworseforwear,"saidJorum.

           Arthaslookeddownathimselfandhisheartsank.Hewascoveredinstrawandhorsespittle.Arthasshrugged."MaybeIshouldjumpintoasnowbankonmywaybacktothepalace,"heoffered,grinning.Soberingslightly,hesaid,"Don’tworry.I’mnineyearsoldnow.I’mnolongerababy.IcangowhereI—"

           Therewasasquawkingofchickensandthesoundofaman’sboomingvoice,andArthas’sfacefell.Hesquaredhissmallshoulders,madeanintensebutultimatelyineffectualattemptatbrushingoffthestraw,andstrodeoutofthebarn.

           "SirUther,"hesaidinhisbestIamtheprinceandyouhadbestrememberitvoice."Thesepeoplehavebeenkindtome.Iprayyou,don’tgotramplingtheirpoultry."

           Ortheirsnapdragonbeds,hethought,glancingoveratthesnow-coveredpilesofraisedearthwherethebeautifulbloomingflowersthatwereVaraBalnir’sprideandjoywouldburstforthinafewshortmonths.HeheardJorumandJarimfollowhimoutfromthebarn,butdidnotglancebehindhim,insteadregardingthemountedknight,fullycladin—

           "Armor!"Arthasgasped."What’shappened?"

           "I’llexplainontheway,"Uthersaidgrimly."I’llsendsomeonebackforyourhorse,PrinceArthas.Steadfastcantravelfasterevenwithtwo.