Skillfully allowing Patrick and Grandmother to chat, Horn turned and walked toward Grampwen, who was waving at him.
"You sneaky kid, you ran off to Black Snake Bay without a word." As Horn walked up to the grinning Grampwen, he gave him a playful punch, "Cheka even said you defected and was ready to detain the entire troupe.
If it weren't for Fuchev's delaying tactics, your small crew would have almost ended up in jail."
"It was an emergency, after all. Diya was ready to give birth after ten months of pregnancy. How could I not be anxious?" Grampwen finally took a baby from the purple-laden nurse beside him.
"Your Eminence, look at my son, healthy and beautiful."
Delightedly receiving the tightly swaddled infant from Grampwen, Horn reached out to tease the baby's wrinkled little face.
I have to say, for Grampwen and his wife, beauty was secondary; health was the main concern.
