One Battle Lord’s Fate (27 page)

"Yes, Mother," Yulen teased. He licked his forefinger before dipping it in the powder, making sure he got a large dose. After sticking the finger in his mouth, he chased it with a couple of swallows from the mug. "I must admit, the beer does make the medicine go down a lot easier."

MaGrath closed the tin and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. "To be truthful, I was hoping to find Atty in here with you."

"She had to go settle a dispute in the second courtyard. I can have a man call her back."

"No, that won't be necessary." MaGrath crossed his arms in front of him and clasped his hands together. "Maybe it's better that I tell you first, and you can tell Atty later."

Yulen paused, suddenly serious. "What's the matter, Liam? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, but life around here is going to get a lot more interesting."

Giving his dearest friend a quizzical look, the Battle Lord waited for the doctor to continue.

"Yulen, your mother and I are expecting a baby."