Chapter 36The road was dusty, shimmering with the midday heat. Flies buzzed all around, repulsive creatures. The grit beneath Hera’s sandals was familiar, blades of grass struggling through the gravel. She’d been here before, back when she helped Elissa choose a suitable location for the new city. Still, she hadn’t planned a return visit quite so soon.
Hera turned left and right, looking up and down the track for any sign of Aeneas. There were a few mortals here and there, a handful of rustics heading into the city for their own stupid reasons. She frowned. Not a sign, but this was the exact spot Apollo had said she would find him. Aeneas had been ambling up this way toward Karkhedon, him and a pathetic old man. Where could he be? There was no possible way he could have evaded her.
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