Chapter Thirty-Nine
Interesting
"There. That ought to do you." Berta stepped back. "Comfy?"
"I"m fine," Yulen tried to assure the woman.
"Can I get you anything else? Something to drink? How about a nice cold mug of beer?"
"I would love a cold mug of beer. Thank you."
The woman smiled. "One mug of beer, coming up!" She hurried back into the kitchen, leaving the Battle Lord to his work. Work which he sadly did not want to contemplate, much less do. But MaGrath had ordered Yulen to get as much bed rest as possible if he wanted the bone-deep gash in his thigh to heal quickly.
"No riding. No swordplay. And certainly no overt calisthenics with Atty after dark," the physician had said with a twinkle in his eye.
But remaining in bed had been sheer torture. He was going stir crazy from in
