CHAPTER XIV
ARRIVAL OF THE TROJANS
(From Anna’s memoirs)
A thick morning fog enveloped Bursa Hill. It came half way up the great bronze-covered doors and swirled through the curtains on the west window. I sat with my needlework by the opening as wisps of fog drifted past me into the hall.
Dido had been down at the harbor since the early hours discussing the allocation of labor with the shipwrights. She entered in high spirits accompanied by a following of youthful attendants. They all took seats below her couch on low benches. She stopped to look at my work. “Nice,” she said. “You wouldn’t believe the fog. I couldn’t see anything!”
Hanno and two other engineers had been waiting for her arrival. They brought with them a scale model of the inner harbor and were here to discuss inner wa
