Chapter 32Final Interlude
I know my name. The knowledge should fulfil me, but in truth it changes little. What is the use of knowing where you have been, when you have nowhere to go? I know my name is Dido, but I cannot be her. Not here. I linger on this plane, grasping at memories scattered like islands on the Middle Sea. There is a way out of the Underworld, but it eludes me.
Perhaps I am ungrateful. In the hour of my arrival I had nothing. Weak and shaking, clad only in a blood-stained cloak, helpless as a new-born. Colours and lights flashing through my head, every sound deafening.
The Lady herself greeted me on the threshold of the world beneath. Her violet eyes were full of kindness and she spoke gently of my ordeal. For the first few moments it seemed her lips moved, but no words
