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Sh, sh. Please, please.
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I have no quarrel with you.
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I like you maenads. I always have.
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What are you doing?
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Saving your life.
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Pray that this works, or they will kill us both.
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Thank you.
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- Well? - The satyrs found him.
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I drank of his blood and made an offering of him to Dionysus.
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Jason!
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It's Hercules. He's gone.
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What if the maenads have him? What if we're too late?