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darkness.
    Trioda lifted me to my feet and wrapped my priestess' gown around me. It was dark. She led me into the marsh again, and gave me water in which menthe had been steeped. I immediately threw it up again. Trioda let me lean on her shoulder, something she seldom did, as I coughed.
    'That was the mystery, Medea,' she said.
    'Oh, lost,' I mourned, shuddering through all my body.
    'Not lost forever,' she said calmly. 'You will join with her again, at the festival of the grove, at this time every year. For you are the guardian's chosen one. She has accepted you. Be happy, Princess! You are fortunate.'
    I followed Trioda along the winding paths through the marsh. As my nausea retreated, a thought occurred to me.
    'Mistress, if She Who Is A Serpent had not accepted me, what would have happened?'
    'You would have died,' said Trioda. 'She would have killed you.'
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    I bathed in warm water, as I had been instructed. The scales had made razor-thin cuts along my belly, back, breast and thighs and the outsides of my arms. They made the water pink and I sluiced until I was bleeding freely, lest any contamination from the floor of the grove had entered my blood. I was still cold, though the memory of the embrace of Ophis tingled along my nerves.
    My body, to which I paid little attention, was changing. I had grown taller. There was a scribble of hair under my arms and between my thighs. My chest, which had been flat, was curving with breasts and the nipples rose under my touch.
    I shuddered anew and extinguished my new body under a wide linen towel. I was approaching the first bleeding. Now I must watch the moon and, in her cycles, my blood would spring. I would become penetrable, able to conceive, and would need to be ever more vigilant. No more could Medea play innocent games with Melanion the son of Phrixos. I was the dedicated maiden of the Dark Mother, and no man must possess me.
    I dried myself, lay down in my bed, and hugged Kore and Scylla, who lay either side of me. No rapist would get to Medea over my guardians. The serpent of the grove had accepted me, and no man would ever lie with me.
    I knew I had wept in my sleep, because I woke with Scylla licking my face.
    Two weeks later I was tending the sacred fire with slivers of fungus. The temple was cold. I wore two black tunics and a black gown and cloak and my feet were clad in leather boots, and I was still cold. I could not seem to get warm. Scylla lay across the threshold - she could never believe that humans could not see as well in the dark as she - and I heard Trioda stumble over her as she came in.
    'Daughter, make a light. The old women were right. This will be a winter to freeze the heart.'
    I lit the big oil lamp and the flame flared then settled, casting a pleasant orange light. My mistress cast off her own cloak, speckled with snow, and shut the door.
    Trioda rubbed her elbows and commented, 'You look pale, daughter. Build up the hearth fire. Medea? Are you ill?'
    'I'm cold,' I muttered, laying logs on the ever-burning hearth, then kneeling and spreading my cloak to catch the heat as it flowed out from the burning wood. Trioda sat down in her chair and I leaned on her knee.
    'Where does it hurt, daughter?' It was so unlike her to show concern for me that I felt tears prick my eyelids.
    'All over, Mistress.'
    'Hmm. Sit by the fire, Princess.' She lifted me into her chair and inspected my eyes, tested my forehead for fever, felt down over my body, and then pushed a hand into the hollow of my stomach. Something cramped and I winced. Trioda smiled.
    'Maiden, you are maiden indeed, and about to sacrifice to Selene. A very fortunate time indeed, past the dead of winter and the central mystery of Ammon. For the bull ploughing will coincide with your third bleeding, Medea, and that ties you to power.
    'Come, maiden. I will make you an infusion and prepare cloths to absorb your blood. You share the fate of all women, Princess, do not weep.'
    I could not explain why I