Your Majesty, Oedipus
I feel terrible. I’m so sorry you were accused of killing
your father, my ex-husband.
The city wants you dead because they believe that you’ve
killed Laios however, I know that he was killed by strangers at a crossroads
where three roads meet.
We need to make people believe us. Believe you. You did not
kill Laios, Laios was not killed by his own son’s hand.
We must speak to the city, to the world. The Gods know it’s
not true, they know what happened to Laios.
I don’t want you to die. I love you.
Jokasta
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