Chapter 13Aeneas glanced at Gyas. The mercenary’s face was an unmarked tablet, impossible to read. There was no animation in his expression, except perhaps in the twitching of his eyes.
Sergestos cleared his throat. ‘We don’t know the Antandrans have betrayed us. I mean, anything could have killed the tree.’
‘I don’t think so.’ Gyas looked from face to face. ‘I saw it with my own eyes, climbed a hill to get a better look at the coastline. Aeneas, the harbour is full of Greek ships. You should have seen them—every pennant of the Greek kingdoms.’
‘How many ships?’
‘A thousand, at least. Didn’t stop to make an exact count, did I? But they were packed in tight, bobbing up against one another.’
Aeneas seethed. Antandros, their closest ally, had helped to bring down his homeland. ‘The Greek
