I saw her, squashed into such a life as she described, and however I imagined it, I couldn’t make it fit. A woman who could scale a mountain in the dead of night to conjure her potions; a woman who could tame a mighty serpent, take charge of a ship full of men, plot the death of her brother and carry it out without a shudder of remorse—she wanted to bear Jason’s children and live quietly for the rest of her years?
