Ser Angus had thought he would never wake up again. He was not used to of trusting any other doctor than Godfreed. Although the new doctor was skilled as Godfreed, he couldn’t win Ser Angus' trust.

It had taken a heavy dose of roots sap to make him unconscious. Ser Angus could still see the cup from which he had taken sips from. Now there was a thick tar at the bottom of bowl. He could not tell whether it was what doctor had fed him or it was the residue.

Putting his hand on his numb face, he noticed an eye patch over his right eye. He put his finger over the patch and poked it lightly.

It felt empty and hurt him a lot.

He had not imagined he would scream, but he ended up screaming loud. Maybe the patch was not meant to be touched. Ser Angus had poked it.

The face which felt non-existing now tingled in pain. The stinging sensation started from around his eye sockets and travelled all over his face. It did not take longer for the agony to reach his fingertips.

"Doctor." Angus yelled.

He bellowed several times, thinking it would have been better if he had asked for the doctor's name before his surgery. His trembling hands reached for the porcelain bowl. He lifted it and saw the settled tar.

It did not matter to him. He was ready to pick it by his fingertips.

While trying to do so, his fingers lost their muscle memory. The ceramic fell on floor, breaking into more pieces than he could count.

The noise brought some attention to his chamber. The same doctor came running to there.

"Lie down." Doctor commanded, "My Lord, you are bleeding."

Angus put his hand on his cheek. He saw blood on his fingers.

Doctor hurried for fire and began crushing some herbs. He made powder out of it, then threw it in already simmering liquid.

"You must have tried to remove the patch." Doctor said.

"My finger hit it."

"Keep your head still." Doctor came with a pot and cotton.

He tore a big chunk of cotton ball, dipped it in water and began wiping blood from his cheek.

"You must be glad that you came in use of Lord Wernh'An." Doctor smirked.

"How did I?"

"When Lord Wernh'An came here, he had no eyes. He was calling your name."

Doctor brought the soup he had just made. He filled the same ceramic bowl with the herbal water then stirred it with a piece of wood. The dried wood absorbed most of the liquid, becoming like a fresh tree vine.

"Chew it." Doctor handed it over to him, "Hoping your wound is not infected, this would work."

Ser Angus took a bite of the bitter branch. He wanted to spit it, but shoved it down his throat. After few bites, pain began leaving his eye socket.

"Ser Angus." The doctor called him, "Did you just wake up or ….?"

"Or what?" Ser Angus wiped his lips.

"Or maybe you left for privy."

"No. I was here. Why?" Ser Angus asked with curiosity.

The doctor took out some feathers from his robe. Red, green and a mix of both. Those silky feathers shined in the light of the fireplace.

"These were on your bed." Doctor breathed.

"How is Lord Wernh'An?"

"He is doing well."

"When will I be able to see him?"

The doctor looked at the door and bowed. Ser Angus also glanced in the same direction. Lord Wernh'An, barely recognizable, was coming towards Ser Angus.

"I should have taken your suggestion, Angus." Wernh'An stopped near the bed, "Doing what Padraig had suggested cost me most of my powers."

Ser Angus saw his eye attached on his lord's head.

Sedated by the medicine, Angus did not know what to say.

"Can you teleport, my lord?" Ser Angus asked.

"Only to where wind from Hilcastle takes me to." Wernh'An said, "Took me a day to find what powers I have left with me."

"I had sent Commander Evar and Godfreed for your rescue. Where did they go?"

The doctor intervened, "Words have come about their murders."

Ser Angus looked at him in disbelief while doctor tried to explain himself, "I had known about this long ago but thought telling this grievous news before surgery could be a bad action."

"There was someone else with him." Wernh'An said, "He broke my one eye and stole another."

Saer. Ser Angus couldn’t think beyond.

"I hope your senses can locate it soon."

"I feel I know where my eye is but can't tell its exact place." Wernh'An tapped his head.

"ALL HAIL GREAT WUTKE." A servant said from the door.

He came towards Wernh'An and knelt before him with the tray having a scroll.

"Counselor Padraig wants you to read these, my lord." Servant uttered.

Wernh'An picked the scroll on top, then unrolled it. Then he read:

Lord Wernh’An,

Thousand bows to you, Lord of Hilcastle, Hand of Great Wutke, Blessed by all elements. I am writing this from Lacroix Palace from Winstrova. Perhaps the scroll I had sent to Hilcastle has already reached in your hands. I know I was full of doubts in it but now I am very sure. Prince Tudor is going to be married to Rikilda Bloudkast. Dylan Bloudkast – his father’s physical features deviate every day. People in here might miss it, but a trained spy like me can’t. Not long ago I saw him teleporting. I still may be wrong, but you will be able to separate truth from lies at first glance. Wedding preparation begins one day from tomorrow. By the time this scroll reaches there, it would have already begun. Wedding will happen whenever the stars are in proper alignment. You must be present here, my lord.

All hail Great Wutke,

A Million Bows to him.

Wernh'An placed the scroll back on his tray. He picked more scrolls written by the same spy and kept reading them with equal interest.

"All these letters talk about the same man." Wernh'An whispered.

"Many fire ravens were coming from Winstrova in your absence." Ser Angus said.

"There must be something serious in it." Wernh'An scratched his chin.

"Should I send some men to there?"

"No need." Wernh'An said, "I will go there and see for myself."

"But you need rest, my lord."

"I think my eye is calling me from there too." Wernh'An said and left the room.

Moments after Wernh'An was out, Counselor Padraig peeked inside the room. Ser Angus watched him with wonder as he had a patch on his left eye.