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below.”
                He took Atty’s hand and began to
walk her toward the side entrance. Tory continued to watch them. It was
immediately evident to her Atty’s second trimester was more than potent. It was
overwhelming.
                “Coming?” Fortune placed a hand to
her back. Tory gave him a smile.
                “Do me a favor?”
                “What?”
                “I’m going to need to talk to Yulen
as soon as I can.”
                “Oh?” Fortune raised both eyebrows
at her. “That bad, huh?”
                She laughed softly. “I don’t think
either of them have any idea what’s hit them.”
                “Tory, I don’t think either of them
are complaining.”
                “No, but it’s only right they both
find out what they’re facing,” she giggled.
                “All right. I’ll keep Atty occupied
while you speak with him,” Fortune promised, and they followed the couple out
of the lodge.
                At first it appeared that the new
lodge was as immense as the main lodge, until they walked through the front
door. Then they could see that, although it was as long as the old building, it
was actually much shorter in depth. The downstairs living area, once
dust-strewn and empty the last time Atty saw it, now had new hand-loomed rugs
on the floor and two stuffed chairs near the crackling fireplace.
                Yulen pointed to the doors on either
side of the curving stairwell. “Those go to the back bedrooms. That’s where
you’ll be staying as long as you’re here,” he told the couple. Giving his
wife’s hand a squeeze, he urged her to proceed upstairs, missing Tory and
Fortune’s glance at each other.
                Atty gave her husband a questioning
look, then started up the steps.   Yulen
followed closely behind.   As she reached
the top landing, she stopped, a hand over her mouth as she gasped in surprise.
“Yul! Oh, my goodness!”
                None of the furniture from their old
bedroom had been moved to the new one. Instead, Yulen had ordered all new
furniture made. “The old furniture was my father and mother’s, and my
grandparents’. I wanted something just for us. Something that reflected us.
What do you think, Atrilan?”
                Atty continued to stare at the large
bed with the elaborately carved headboard. The massive oak trunk that was at
the head of the bed bore two intricate designs.   On the left, on the side where Yulen slept, a sword had been cut
into the wood at a right diagonal. On the right side, on Atty’s side of the
bed, a longbow was facing the opposite way at a left diagonal. In the center of
the bed, the very tip of the sword pierced the end of the bow right where the
string was tied to the shaft. The cuttings were life-size. Atty shook her head
in disbelief.
                “Atty?”
                “It’s...Yul, it’s beautiful! ”
                She quickly looked around the rest
of the room.   The bureau was no longer a
tall, five-drawer structure. It was now a lower standing, squatter chest
containing four drawers on both sides.   One side boasted the sword on each drawer panel, the other side, the
bow. There was another padded chair sitting near the huge window, although it
was not as thick or as large as the chairs downstairs. And the braided rug
beneath her feet was in intricate designs of blues and silvers.   Like the living room’s, the fireplace
upstairs was cheerfully warming up the upper area.
                She glanced at him. “Did you make a
lot of changes to the bathroom? Or dare I ask?”
                “It’s pretty much the same as when
you first saw it,” he admitted.
                “How about the baby’s room?”
                When she saw his silent grin, Atty
strode