When Prince Andhika returned to his room with his two palace maids, the condition of his room looked normal, nothing suspicious at all that the prince could see, not even the two palace maids.
Supported by his two palace maids, Prince Andhika was brought to the bed, he sat on the edge.
One palace maid dressed the prince in clothes, and another approached the table and grabbed a ceramic container filled with herbs.
"Careful!" said the prince when the palace maid intended to apply the herbs to his broken leg. "Do it slowly!"
"I will, My Prince," said the palace maid.
The palace maid who had finished dressing for the prince reached for a cloth to bind the feet that had been smeared with herbal ingredients.
Prince Andhika did not feel there was anything wrong with the potion when it was applied to the wound on his leg. No itching, no stinging, and so on. Everything seemed fine to him.
"Hey," Andhika said to one of his palace maids. "I am hungry."
