Mount Ida & the River Scamander

“When I close my eyes I see the picture. Mount Ida in the shifting light. The slopes with their caves. The Scamander, its banks. That was our world, no landscape could be more beautiful. The seasons. The scent of the trees. And our free existence, a new joy for each new day. The citadel did not reach as far as here.” (Pg. 132)