Chapter 33Aeneas called after Dido, but his cries echoed down the ridge unanswered. For a moment he thought to climb down and follow her into the trees. But no, that would be folly. If she had anything to say, she would have said it. He could not force her to open her heart and he didn’t want to try. The dark caws of the Nightmare reached his ears and he turned toward them. The creature was gliding down to the valley. A verdant plain stretched before his eyes. Aeneas gave a shaky sigh, took a moment to get his bearings, and tightened his baldric. He had kept his father waiting long enough. He began his descent to the Fields of Elysion.
He pulled himself down the ridge, hand over hand. So Dido was dead too. Like his father and Kreusa and everybody else. His throat tightened. It didn’t matt
