CHAPTER VII
TO AFRICA
(From Anna’s memoirs)
Debris and the still flaming hull of the Tyrian ship covered the water behind us as we sailed from the town of Kition. The Greek galleys remained strangely motionless, lying off from the shore, silent witnesses to the sea battle they had declined.
Once we were underway, Elissa and I devoted our time to serving Melampus in his frantic attempt to save Anataea’s life. Despite all his healing skills, the wound was too deep and it had poisoned her blood. She suffered for three more days, getting progressively weaker. On the third day at dusk, I brought her a bowl of broth and handed it to Melampus. Elissa propped up the dying woman’s head as Melampus carefully tried to spoon the broth through her trembling lips. It was no use. Anataea refused to d
