They went in.
Naked men were kneading pastes, crushing herbs,
stirring coals,
pouring oil into jars, and
opening and shutting the little ovoid cells
which were hollowed out all round in the wall, and were so numerous
that the
apartment was like the
interior of a hive. They were brimful
of myrobalan, bdellium, saffron, and violets. Gums, powders, roots,
glass phials, branches of filipendula, and rose-petals were scattered
about everywhere, and the scents were stifling in spite of the cloud-
wreaths from the styrax shrivelling on a
brazen tripod in the centre.
The Chief of the Sweet Odours, pale and long as a waxen torch, came up
to Hamilcar to crush a roll of metopion in his hands, while two others
rubbed his heels with leaves of baccharis. He repelled them; they were
Cyreneans of
infamous morals, but valued on
account of the secrets
which they possessed.
To show his
vigilance the Chief of the Odours offered the Suffet a
little malobathrum to taste in an electrum spoon; then he
pierced
three Indian bezoars with an awl. The master, who knew the artifices
employed, took a horn full of balm, and after
holding it near the
coals inclined it over his robe. A brown spot appeared; it was a
fraud. Then he gazed fixedly at the Chief of the Odours, and without
saying anything flung the gazelle's horn full in his face.
However
indignant he might be at adulterations made to his own
prejudice, when he perceived some parcels of nard which were being
packed up for countries beyond the sea, he ordered antimony to be
mixed with it so as to make it heavier.
Then he asked where three boxes of psagdas designed for his own use
were to be found.
The Chief of the Odours confessed that he did not know; some soldiers
had come howling in with
knives and he had opened the boxes for them.
"So you are more afraid of them then of me!" cried the Suffet; and his
eyeballs flashed like torches through the smoke upon the tall, pale
man who was
beginning to understand. "Abdalonim! you will make him run
the gauntlet before
sunset: tear him!"
This loss, which was less than the others, had exasperated him; for in
spite of his efforts to
banish them from his thoughts he was
continually coming again across the Barbarians. Their excesses were
blended with his daughter's shame, and he was angry with the whole
household for
knowing of the latter and for not
speaking of it to him.
But something impelled him to bury himself in his
misfortune; and in
an inquisitorial fit he visited the sheds behind the mercantile house
to see the supplies of bitumen, wood, anchors and cordage, honey and
wax, the cloth
warehouse, the stores of food, the
marble yard and the
silphium barn.
He went to the other side of the gardens to make an
inspection in
their cottages, of the
domestic artisans whose productions were sold.
There were tailors embroidering cloaks, others making nets, others
painting cushions or cutting out sandals, and Egyptian
workmenpolished papyrus with a shell, while the weavers' shuttles rattled and
the armourers' anvils rang.
Hamilcar said to them:
"Beat away at the swords! I shall want them." And he drew the
antelope's skin that had been steeped in poisons from his bosom to
have it cut into a cuirass more solid than one of brass and
unassailable by steel or flame.
As soon as he approached the
workmen, Abdalonim, to give his wrath
another direction, tried to anger him against them by murmured
disparagement of their work. "What a performance! It is a shame! The
Master is indeed too good." Hamilcar moved away without listening to
him.
He slackened his pace, for the paths were barred by great trees
calcined from one end to the other, such as may be met with in woods
where shepherds have encamped; and the palings were broken, the water
in the trenches was disappearing, while fragments of glass and the
bones of apes were to be seen amid the miry puddles. A scrap of cloth
hung here and there from the bushes, and the
rotten flowers formed a
yellow muck-heap beneath the citron trees. In fact, the servants had
neglected everything, thinking that the master would never return.
At every step he discovered some new
disaster, some further proof of
the thing which he had
forbidden himself to learn. Here he was soiling
his
purple boots as he crushed the filth under-foot; and he had not
all these men before him at the end of a catapult to make them fly
into fragments! He felt humiliated at having defended them; it was a
delusion and a piece of
treachery; and as he could not
revenge himself
upon the soldiers, or the Ancients, or Salammbo, or anybody, and his
wrath required some
victim, he condemned all the slaves of the gardens
to the mines at a single stroke.
Abdalonim shuddered each time that he saw him approaching the parks.
But Hamilcar took the path towards the mill, from which there might be
heard issuing a
mournful melopoeia.
The heavy mill-stones were turning amid the dust. They consisted of
two cones of porphyry laid the one upon the other--the upper one of
the two, which carried a
funnel, being made to
revolve upon the second
by means of strong bars. Some men were pushing these with their
breasts and arms, while others were yoked to them and were pulling
them. The
friction of the straps had formed purulent scabs round about
their armpits such as are seen on asses' withers, and the end of the
limp black rag, which scarcely covered their loins, hung down and
flapped against their hams like a long tail. Their eyes were red, the
irons on their feet clanked, and all their breasts panted
rhythmically. On their mouths they had muzzles fastened by two little
bronze chains to render it impossible for them to eat the flour, and
their hands were enclosed in gauntlets without fingers, so as to
prevent them from
taking any.
At the master's entrance the
wooden bars creaked still more loudly.
The grain grated as it was being crushed. Several fell upon their
knees; the others, continuing their work, stepped across them.
He asked for Giddenem, the
governor of the slaved, and that personage
appeared, his rank being displayed in the
richness of his dress. His
tunic, which was slit up the sides, was of fine
purple; his ears were
weighted with heavy rings; and the strips of cloth enfolding his legs
were joined together with a lacing of gold which
extended from his
ankles to his hips, like a
serpent winding about a tree. In his
fingers, which were laden with rings, he held a
necklace of jet beads,
so as to recognise the men who were subject to the
sacred disease.
Hamilcar signed to him to unfasten the muzzles. Then with the cries of
famished animals they all rushed upon the flour, burying their faces
in the heaps of it and devouring it.
"You are weakening them!" said the Suffet.
Giddenem replied that such
treatment was necessary in order to subdue
them.
"It was scarcely worth while sending you to the slaves' school at
Syracuse. Fetch the others!"
And the cooks, butlers, grooms, runners, and litter-carriers, the men
belonging to the vapour-baths, and the women with their children, all
ranged themselves in a single line in the garden from the mercantile
house to the deer park. They held their
breath. An
immense silence
prevailed in Megara. The sun was lengthening across the
lagoon at the
foot of the catacombs. The peacocks were screeching. Hamilcar walked
along step by step.
"What am I to do with these old creatures?" he said. "Sell them! There
are too many Gauls: they are drunkards! and too many Cretans: they are
liars! Buy me some Cappadocians, Asiatics, and Negroes."
He was astonished that the children were so few. "The house ought to
have births every year, Giddenem. You will leave the huts open every
night to let them
mingle freely."
He then had the
thieves, the lazy, and the mutinous shown to him. He