The headscarf is the lie that keeps the village polite. Under it, at the nape, two more eyes wait. In the Tosk kitchen the oven is already hot. Syqenëza speaks soft to young women — come in, rest, the bread will be ready — and what leaves the clay mouth is not bread. Daughter Maro has her mother’s look. Folk who collected the tale for Hahn called her the eye-hound woman; Albanian titles keep Vajza e Syqenëza. Do not give her one forehead eye and a forge like Katallan. Do not give her moth wings like the highland shtrigë. The brand is four eyes and the oven. Scholars may whisper Cerberus; the tale does not need the classical dog to bake.