"When you said that she couldn't sleep and was plagued by memories and images of him." Cadvan continued looking at her. Maerad held the gaze steadily for a moment before the blush in her cheeks returned.

Cadvan laughed quietly. "You weren't the only one," he said wryly and smiled down at her before continuing.

Chapter 1 has been updated, is now understandable and altered slightly.

Maerad looked up at Cadvan, caught off-guard by his comment, but he was already beginning to carry on with the story and so she settled down to listen again – she could get more information out of him later.

"Now, Queen Dido had a sister named Anna whom she was very close to; who she told everything and she spoke to her sister about her thoughts concerning this man.

"She told her sister about the dreams she was having about this man, she shared how attractive she found him, what she found attractive about him. She said that she believed he was a descendant of the gods and that she wished to know more of the wars he had seen and the fate he was forced to bear.

"She mourned that she had made a promise to remain faithful to Sychaeus, her former husband, even after his death. She had promised not to marry again, nor to join with anyone else ... in the rites of marriage, or in the bedchamber. She knew that if not for her promise she would have given way to this temptation since he was the only one who had affected her in this way after her husband's death. She unburdened herself to her sister, saying that she wished the earth to gape open for her, or that the leader of the gods should blast her to the underworld with his thunderbolt, before she dishonoured her conscience or broke the vows she had made.

"She believed that her husband's death had robbed her of the love she gave him and her ability to love. In this way she revealed her thoughts to her sister and sobbed."

He was interrupted by a small "aww" from Maerad. He smiled gently at her as he noticed her blinking back a hint of tears.

Maerad looked up at him and he quickly glanced away.

"Her sister replied to her and told her exactly what she wanted to hear – that Sychaeus would not begrudge her finding another love and that as her city was still young and the tribes around her were hostile, a joining would be favourable and even desirable. Dido then made many sacrifices to the gods and tried to understand what would be the best course of action by having someone read their entrails and reading others herself. Therefore, she was led to believe that it was not only acceptable but in her and her city's best interest to give way to this temptation.

"Now, one night, she was burning and raging throughout her city, in the same way a deer would who had been hit unknowingly by a shepherd. The deer might roam but the arrow still remained stuck in her side, just like Dido who wandered through the city but was still thinking of Aeneas.

"Other days she led him through the city and showed him the wealth of the city but while they were talking she would break off in mid-sentence, trying to keep her feelings hidden from him. Some evenings she wanted to have the banquet again, to hear him speak again and hang on his every word, she would go and find the couch where he had been seated and lay there thinking of him. While everyone else lay down to sleep under the pale moonlight, she lay in the house alone and grieved his absence.

"She knew he was not there with her yet she saw and heard him with her in her mind. Occasionally she would seek out Ascanius, his son, and due to his likeness to his father would sit with him and try and fool her unspeakable love.

"Work on the city she had begun stopped, the young men no longer practiced arms to be ready for any attacks and the cranes reaching into the sky were suspended."

Cadvan looked down at Maerad and was shocked to see the tears she had been restraining threaten to start falling and indeed a few were already trickling down her cheeks. He gently wiped them away and looked down at her as he stroked her hair lightly, waiting for her to speak.

She smiled up at him after a moment. "Sorry, I was just thinking how hard it must have been for her. She loved him so much but couldn't do anything about it. She had to stop talking for fear of letting him know how she felt. I can't imagine how hard it must have been."

"I can" muttered Cadvan quietly. Maerad looked at him more closely.

"Cadvan, no-one can imagine what that's like until you've lived it."

"I know."

He fell silent. Maerad quietly muttered, "Oh" under her breath as she realised he was thinking about a time in the past when he had had to do that. She briefly wondered if it had been Nerili or Ceredin or someone else.

"Who were you like that with? Was it Nerili?"

"No." He suddenly looked back down at her and flashed her one of his few rare dazzling smiles. "It was this beautiful young woman. I'd been her teacher and so couldn't do anything to tell her how much I loved her. I even ran out of a lesson once when we were getting too close."

"You've run out of more than one lesson then? You ran out of mine, but? I didn't know you made a habit out of running away from your pupils."

"No, I've only ever run out of one lesson."

Maerad didn't react for a moment before she suddenly realised he was referring to her.

"Cadvan, I never knew."

He smiled wryly at her, "That was the whole point of running away."

He leant down and captured her lips gently before she could respond. He pulled back still smiling.

Maerad reached up and idly stroked a strand of hair off his face.

"Carry on with the story then. Skip the bit about the city and any more about the gods; I want to hear about the queen."


Sorry I took so long to update this, exams etc. got in the way and I never seemed to have enough time sort this out even thought BlackFir got it back to me really quickly (Thanks BlackFir). But good news working on my Greek revision and not this paid off (at least I think it has.)

Also thank you to BlackFir for making this understandable.

Will try and update next chapter soon, still just need to write it first.

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