Chapter 9The woods beckoned.
Aeneas ripped himself away from the ruins of Troy and stumbled through the dark until he reached the edge of the forest. He ran between the boughs. Pine branches tore at his bare skin, but he didn’t care. All he knew was that he had to find Julos and disappear. What place was there for them in a world without Kreusa?
He crashed through the underbrush until he came upon a dirt track. Aeneas leaned against a boulder, stared at the path in the moonlight. The herdsmen of Ida must have made it. They were wild men, practically barbarians in their mud hovels. He blinked. Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad life for him and Julos. Better than the life of an exile.
The sound of footsteps came from further up the track. Aeneas dived behind the bushes. He crouched, peeki
