Jason’s mouth hung open; he stared at Medea as the herald took up his oars again. “You’ll go back there?” he asked, and I saw her face twist from smooth composure to rage. “Back to my father?” she spat. “What do you imagine he would do to me on my return? He’s lost his Fleece, his most treasured possession.” “Then why…?” “I gave up everything for your quest.” Her eyes were flames. “I made myself a stranger everywhere in the world. I can never go home, never see my family again. I left a wealthy palace to flee on your ship, so that you could have the Fleece. Now it’s yours and you can keep it;
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