Chapter 41Aeneas tapped his foot. Where were they? The layer of cloud above was dyed in saffron. People streamed through the courtyard—the royal pages, the beaters with their hounds, all heading out toward the woods. He was glad that Julos and Sergestos and the rest were coming, of course, but he didn’t want to be alone when Dido arrived.
Kaieta came along, yawning behind one hand while Julos held the other.
His curls were bouncing. ‘Morning, Dad.’
‘Morning, son. How did you sleep?’
‘Good. The beds are comfy here.’
‘They sure are.’
Sergestos appeared on the opposite side of the courtyard, the studs on his baldric shining with fresh polish. ‘Morning, Aeneas. Looking forward to today?’
‘I’m looking forward to spending some time not running for my life, mostly.’
A few weak chuckles.
