Chapter 162

“Wise decision,” the large woman said turning away. “Care for your masters this evening, slave. They will be punished in the morrow.”

The women walked swiftly away down the corridor and my men stood around me watching them go.

“Interesting,” Christof commented.

The internal conversation was fast and repetitive. I wanted to know how Nu-reeh knew what I was having. My men were not able to understand how the women knew, although they were only interested because I was.

Master Damien started to move first and I fell into step behind him. His brothers took their usual positions around me and we moved toward our quarters briskly. We needed privacy to discuss this further.

“Is there a way to know?” Christof asked when we were back behind our leather flap.

“No,” I said shaking my head, “there are old stories about how you carry the child—”

“Explain,” Master Evan demanded.

“If the belly rides way out in front or to the sides, I think. There are