Saer was worried if he would get seen by the person whose clothes he was wearing. The blue shirt didn’t suit him like the yellow he had worn last day. But he didn’t give a second thought on what he had seen in the mirror. Marks on his face were not visible as they were days ago. No wonder why so many women visited Doctor Eryne with vague problems which usually had to do with their skin in the end.

He had doubt on the excuse he was going to use for justifying the girl’s absence. At least he knew her name, “Rikilda Calajhan.” He said.

Saer rubbed his new eye because of burning feeling underneath his eyelids. It wasn’t dirt playing game with his eye. It forced his head to turn towards west direction.

He doubted his body was taking the new eye as a foreign object. Saer was aware of the possible conditions. He rubbed his eye again but the irritation didn’t go. Then a thought hit him.

Is it telling me where she is? The urge to look for west was strong. Almost unbearable. But he had a session to attend and lies to tell. Saer began the routine by knocking the door. Just like the last time, tramps reverberated inside the sitting room. Saer took a step back while the door was opening.

Maester Rudolph came out.

“No session today.” Rudolph began to go back, “My lord.” He said like he was forced to say it.

“Don’t dare turning your back on me.”

“I will either teach you both or no one.”

“Wait.” Saer put his hand in the door. A moment later he got inside the house through the door about to be closed.

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“If to learn, come with your sister. Or you can come with your father if you can’t digest this refusal.”

“Maybe you have enough time to answer my question.” Saer said.

“Depends on what you choose to ask.”

“You are familiar with the tales of apocalypse. Or Great Invasion in common tongue.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Wernh’An, Wutke and….” Saer waited for Rudolph to complete it.

“The Curse.” Maester Rudolph sat in his chair, picked a quill and dipped it in inkpot.

“Are you sure?” Saer asked.

“No need to doubt it.” Maester kept on scribbling till the ink lost its shade, “People have heard about the curse. But they don’t take it as truth unless they hear it coming from a Maester’s lips.”

“Thank you for sharing such valuable information with me-”

“It’s not a secret.” Rudolph cut him off, “This knowledge is nobody’s business. No one has seen Calajhans, Wutke exists only for Wernh’An’s followers and the curse is not coming to life.”

“Well, I thought it was important.” Saer made a story, “Father doesn’t talk about this. He will never understand what curiosity can do to a chils’s mind.”

“Maybe he heard about it as a child and found it terrifying. My grandmother used to scare us with this tale. People then had a frightening way to tell stories.”

“What is the curse about?”

“If Calajhan's daughter marries, then the house they live in will no longer protect them from enemies.” Maester said.