Transcription: Frozen, arms outstretched, as she had been when Theseus first took the wine bowl, Medea quietly shaped the word. Ruined. You deceived me, said Aegis, pointing at Medea. You knew it was my son coming, but you told me instead that he was an assassin and persuaded me to poison him. Were you so afraid of the changes my son would bring? I, who have lost everything I had three times over cannot lose again," said Medea slowly, quietly. I will go elsewhere. Calling on Hecate, goddess of witchcraft, she conjured up a chariot drawn by winged dragons.
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