“This young man bodes nothing but ill for us, my husband.” “I am aware of it.” “See here . . .” Medea showed him a small crystal phial. “In there is a quantity of wolf’s bane . . .” “The queen of poisons they call it, do they not?” “It has many names,” said Medea coldly. “Blue rocket, devil’s helmet, leopard’s fire, aconite.276 It is enough to know that it kills. I drop the contents into the popinjay prince’s cup and lo! we are rid of the problem.
