Chapter 30The vile god had spoken.
Lavinia found herself without words, unable to believe what she had just heard. She stared out across the battlefield at the armoured figure of Aeneas. Wings grew from his back, his flesh shifting and rearranging until the eagle form emerged. Her enemy took flight, circling above the assault, crying out his victory.
Standing with Turnus before the open gateway, Lavinia felt insignificant and exposed. She could run, she could hide, but Aeneas would always find her. Could the eyes of an eagle pierce layers of mail and boiled leather?
The enemy legions surged across the field in orderly lines, their spears in the air. The march of their hobnailed boots made the city gate tremble. There was madness in their eyes, Trojans and Greeks alike. All of them were
