Transcription: My wife amends my oversight. Before speech, let us offer you a drink of wine to clear your throat. Medea moved forward, presenting the wine bowl with arms outstretched, a small smile ambling across her lips. Her eyes seemed fixed on something towards the back of the hall. Theseus rose and walked toward Medea. Standing before her, he took the bowl from her hands ready to drink. It felt to him that some undefined drama was working itself out in that moment. Barely aware of the direction in which his thoughts moved him, Theseus reached toward the sword at his side, the sword his father had left f ...
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