Chapter Thirty
Prognosis
There was a knock on the door.
Instantaneously, all four men awoke and drew their swords. Yulen looked down at his Second, who was sitting on the side of his bed. Sliding off the top bunk, he went to the door and reached for the chair barring the door, when the knock came again. His eyes stared at the latch, but surprisingly it never moved.
“Who is it?”
A voice politely replied. “My name is Bric. I’m the tribal practitioner. May I please speak with the Battle Lord?”
Yulen glanced over his shoulder at the other three men watching him. Mastin whispered the word, “Practitioner?”
Renken answered him. “Doctor, like MaGrath.”
Yulen leaned closer to the door. “Are you alone?”
“Quite.”
He caught the slightly irritated tone of voice and grinned. Apparently impatie
