“You’re a clever little thing,” said Aegeus, chucking her under the chin. “Don’t ever do that again.” “No, Medea, m’dear.” He did not see Medea slip the poison into Theseus’s cup at table, but a sign from her showed that she had managed to do so. She did not go quite so far as to tap the side of her nose and wink, but the slow and meaningful nod she gave Aegeus assured him that all was ready.
