Chapter 13The breeze was crisp, but no snow threatened. It promised to be a good day for a stroll. Lavinia thought it might help to take her mind off things. Amata had given her permission to leave the palace, so long as she didn’t go beyond the marketplace. Camilla had wanted to accompany her, but Lavinia wouldn’t hear of it. There was no sign of war right now, so there was no fear of assassination. Besides, she’d pointed out, it wasn’t as though she would be alone. Turnus had come to call. Amata had pursed her lips with disapproval, but didn’t stop them from walking hand-in-hand through the marketplace.
Pigeons fluttered everywhere, a sea of wings and cooing as they fought over the scraps of bread left behind by the shoppers. Lavinia admired the flecks of metallic green on their wings.
