Chapter 6Older Trojans grumbled and a mother tried to calm a crying child as Dido stared out over the crowd. On a raised wooden platform she peered for some sign of Aeneas or Julos. The queen met several unfriendly stares. Folks muttered to one another behind their hands. She bit the inside of her cheek and eased herself back into her seat. She ruled this kingdom, but the Trojans had never pretended to acknowledge her as monarch.
To her right, Anna was resplendent in a gown of red. She exchanged a furtive grin with one of the noblemen in the royal guard. Dido bit her tongue. No point trying to start a conversation with her sister right now.
Folding her hands in her lap, she looked to her left. Her eyes fell on three empty chairs draped in purple. Where was Aeneas? And it wasn’t like Serg
