“Daughter! A present from Corinth!”
My heart thrummed like the strings of a lute, thinking this another gift from my beloved. I gasped when I saw it was from his former wife!
Inside was a beautiful robe, spun from the finest gold. A robe so splendid, I could not resist slipping it onto my trembling body.
Oh, unmerciful agony! My limbs burned, on fire from within. My virgin’s body instantly devoured in the flames of her vengeance. My courageous father burning to save me.
“I curse you, wicked sorceress! May you die alone, swimming in the blood of your children!”
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But first, some culture from the Classic World:
Here is the last Chorus from Euripides’ ‘Medea’:
Manifold are thy shapings, Providence!
Many a hopeless matter gods arrange.
What we expected never came to pass,
What we did not expect the gods brought to bear;
So have things gone, this whole experience through!
In other words, that's life...