Chapter 15Julos swore he would come back to Laurentum when things settled down. Last time he was here, there had been little chance for a good look at the city’s covered walkways, spires, or garishly painted statues. Instead, he had been whisked from one royal audience to another. This time was no different.
The sss Camilla and her guards escorted him through the winding streets at a military pace, with none of the courtesy one would normally show a guest. As he rode Fable Horn through the streets, he caught only a glimpse of the marketplace, filled with stall owners hawking wine and dried herbs. The Latins in their strange garments strolled around so carefree, he could almost pretend there was no war. The glares he attracted told him otherwise.
Julos gulped. King Latinus had sent Fable
