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be
all right.”
                His last remark managed to calm the
lieutenant. Nodding, Sorcher left the room. Yulen crossed over to the table
until he was standing directly over Atty’s still form. MaGrath had opened her
jacket in order to check her heart and the baby. He found her cold hand lying
beside her, and wrapped it inside his warmer one as he stared down at her face.
Other than a small scratch right above her left eyebrow, she looked as if she
were asleep.
                “The baby’s fine, Yulen,” the
physician reassured him. “It was the second thing I checked.”
                “You’re sure?”
                MaGrath sighed loudly, letting Yulen
know he was quite good at his job, despite the man’s hesitation. “I heard
Bearinger got hit by Bloods.”
                Yulen met the man’s dark gaze.
Without a doubt the physician was trying to draw his concern away from the
woman resting beneath the blanket. “Yes, they did.”
                “What do you plan to do about it?”
                “I don’t know yet, Liam. I can only
worry about one thing at a time, and right now all I can think about is Atty.
Are you certain she’ll be okay?”
                “Well, if you’re asking me if she’ll
faint again, the answer is I don’t know, but it’s possible. We’ll just have to
keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn’t injure herself or the baby.”
MaGrath cocked his head at the Battle Lord.   “Have you got an extra minute before you go back to those men?” When
Yulen glanced back at his wife, the physician added, “She should be coming out
of it pretty soon. I’ll ask Maddy to stay with her in case she does before I
return.” He walked around the examination table and gestured for the man to
follow him. “Come. There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.”
                Reluctantly, Yulen laid her hand
over her slightly swollen belly and bent down to place a gentle kiss on her
forehead before turning to follow the older man into an adjoining room. MaGrath
left him alone momentarily while he summoned his wife to watch over Atty, then
quickly rejoined him, closing the door behind them.
                They were in what Yulen thought of
as the physician’s inner sanctum. Here the man played around with experiments,
mixed noxious concoctions, and basically performed a lot of physician things
the Battle Lord had no way of perceiving, much less understanding. MaGrath
waved him over to one table where there were several glass vials seated in
wooden trays. A small journal was open before them, and Yulen immediately
spotted Atty’s name on one of the pages, along with the name of Wallis and
other notations he could identify. He waited for the man to continue.
                “When we got back from Wallis, I
started doing a little investigating on my own time. Ever since I had all those
discussions with Gilter...you remember him, their physician?” At Yulen’s nod,
MaGrath picked up the journal and flipped over a few pages. “I’ve been making
some notes and doing some comparisons.” Taking a moment to heave a big sigh,
MaGrath asked, “Do you realize how incredibly lucky we are that Atty hasn’t
miscarried by now? Do you have any idea what kind of odds she’s dodged at this
stage?” He smacked the journal with the back of one hand. “In the past six
years every single woman with the exception of two, every single female who’s
managed to get pregnant has lost their first conception. All of them,
Yulen, except for two. Two, Yulen. Two who didn’t originally come from
Wallis, but who got pregnant elsewhere before moving to Wallis.”
                Yulen swallowed. Hard. “You’re
saying that every woman who’s gotten pregnant in Wallis has lost her first
child.”
                “Yes. That’s what the records say,
and they don’t