Chapter 40It was late; she should have been in bed long ago. But these damned reports couldn’t wait. Stifling a yawn, Dido put down her stylus. She poured a little more oil into the lamp, taking care not to spill a drop. Mind you, setting fire to her desk would be the perfect way to end today. All afternoon, she had been distracted by thoughts of Aeneas and the Trojan situation. Had she made the right choice? But really, helping out the refugees was the humane decision, and she didn’t think it should be a cause for concern. No, it was their leader who bothered her.
She was about to pick up her stylus again when there was a knock at the door.
Anna didn’t wait for her to answer before she came in. ‘Still working?’
Dido sighed. ‘I’ll sleep in the next world, honest. Something the matter?’
