Dido, Queen of Hearts

Dido, Queen of Hearts

Dido, Queen of Hearts

Dido, Queen of Hearts

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ELISSA had finished her breakfast of figs and bread on the roof of the palace and clenching her hands into nervous fists walked back and forth. She had dismissed her handmaidens and was alone on that vast and irregular expanse.

Even when engaged in profound meditation she never bowed her head, but held it uncommonly high as became a princess of the House of Tyre. Not even to Pygmalion her brother and King would she bend that regal head, for she never forgot that she, Elissa daughter of Mattan, should have reigned jointly with the usurper. So had been her father's decree; but the people had refused to be governed by a woman, and proclaimed Pygmalion sole monarch of Tyre, leaving her with only the inadequate support of the nobles, who had submitted without audible protest. The Tyrians, great in commerce, and eager for riches and more riches, kept peace among themselves, even as with the mighty races beyond their mountain barrier. Other cities on that long narrow strip of coast had . . .

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