Chapter 29From the hillock, Aeneas’s eyes bored into the city. This far away, the walls of Laurentum appeared serene, unpunished and untouched by war. But then, so did the walls of Troy before they were violated.
His people had suffered so much. First in the fires of Troy, then upon the sea. Too many of his folk were now bones in the ocean, their spirits doomed never to cross to the next world. Every deed, every calamity. All of it had led them here to the realm of King Latinus.
The old cur of a ruler had extended the hand of friendship, only to slap them across the face. Perhaps he thought himself safe so long as Turnus fought for him, but he had been deceived. Turnus was nothing but an insolent pup who murdered Aeneas’s friends and devotees. Aeneas saw himself ripping the youth out of
