"It is the old man who reared him! he calls him 'my child!' it will
make him mad! enough! enough!" And hustling away the three
priests and
their
victim he went out with them and with a great kick shut the door
behind him.
Hamilcar strained his ears for some minutes in
constant fear of seeing
them return. He then thought of getting rid of the slave in order to
be quite sure that he would see nothing; but the peril had not wholly
disappeared, and, if the gods were provoked at the man's death, it
might be turned against his son. Then, changing his
intention, he sent
him by Taanach the best from his kitchens--a quarter of a goat, beans,
and preserved pomegranates. The slave, who had eaten nothing for a
long time, rushed upon them; his tears fell into the dishes.
Hamilcar at last returned to Salammbo, and unfastened Hannibal's
cords. The child in exasperation bit his hand until the blood came. He
repelled him with a caress.
To make him remain quiet Salammbo tried to
frighten him with Lamia, a
Cyrenian ogress.
"But where is she?" he asked.
He was told that brigands were coming to put him into prison. "Let
them come," he rejoined, "and I will kill them!"
Then Hamilcar told him the
frightful truth. But he fell into a passion
with his father, contending that he was quite able to
annihilate the
whole people, since he was the master of Carthage.
At last, exhausted by his exertions and anger, he fell into a wild
sleep. He spoke in his dreams, his back leaning against a scarlet
cushion; his head was thrown back somewhat, and his little arm,
outstretched from his body, lay quite straight in an attitude of
command.
When the night had grown dark Hamilcar lifted him up
gently, and,
without a torch, went down the
galleystaircase. As he passed through
the mercantile house he took up a basket of grapes and a flagon of
pure water; the child awoke before the
statue of Aletes in the vault
of gems, and he smiled--like the other--on his father's arm at the
brilliant lights which surrounded him.
Hamilcar felt quite sure that his son could not be taken from him. It
was an impenetrable spot communicating with the beach by a
subterranean passage which he alone knew, and casting his eyes around
he inhaled a great
draught of air. Then he set him down upon a stool
beside some golden shields. No one at present could see him; he had no
further need for watching; and he relieved his feelings. Like a mother
finding her first-born that was lost, he threw himself upon his son;
he clasped him to his breast, he laughed and wept at the same time, he
called him by the fondest names and covered him with kisses; little
Hannibal was
frightened by this terrible
tenderness and was silent
now.
Hamilcar returned with silent steps, feeling the walls around him, and
came into the great hall where the
moonlight entered through one of
the apertures in the dome; in the centre the slave lay
sleeping after
his
repast, stretched at full length upon the
marblepavement. He
looked at him and was moved with a sort of pity. With the tip of his
cothurn he pushed forward a
carpet beneath his head. Then he raised
his eyes and gazed at Tanith, whose
slendercrescent was shining in
the sky, and felt himself stronger than the Baals and full of contempt
for them.
The arrangements for the sacrifice were already begun.
Part of a wall in the
temple of Moloch was thrown down in order to
draw out the
brazen god without
touching the ashes of the altar. Then
as soon as the sun appeared the hierodules pushed it towards the
square of Khamon.
It moved
backwards sliding upon cylinders; its shoulders overlapped
the walls. No sooner did the Carthaginians
perceive it in the distance
than they
speedily took to
flight, for the Baal could be looked upon
with
impunity only when exercising his wrath.
A smell of aromatics spread through the streets. All the
temples had
just been opened
simultaneously, and from them there came forth
tabernacles borne upon chariots, or upon litters carried by the
pontiffs. Great plumes swayed at the corners of them, and rays were
emitted from their
slender pinnacles which terminated in balls of
crystal, gold, silver or copper.
These were the Chanaanitish Baalim, offshoots of the
supreme Baal, who
were returning to their first cause to
humble themselves before his
might and
annihilate themselves in his splendour.
Melkarth's
pavilion, which was of fine
purple, sheltered a petroleum
flare; on Khamon's, which was of
hyacinth colour, there rose an ivory
phallus bordered with a
circle of gems; between Eschmoun's curtains,
which were as blue as the ether, a
sleeping python formed a
circlewith his tail, and the Pataec gods, held in the arms of their
priests,
looked like great infants in swaddling clothes with their heels
touching the ground.
Then came all the
inferior forms of the Divinity: Baal-Samin, god of
celestial space; Baal-Peor, god of the
sacred mountains; Baal-Zeboub,
god of
corruption, with those of the neighbouring countries and
congenerous races: the Iarbal of Libya, the Adramelech of Chaldaea,
the Kijun of the Syrians; Derceto, with her virgin's face, crept on
her fins, and the
corpse of Tammouz was drawn along in the midst of a
catafalque among torches and heads of hair. In order to
subdue the
kings of the
firmament to the Sun, and prevent their particular
influences from disturbing his, diversely coloured metal stars were
brandished at the end of long poles; and all were there, from the dark
Neblo, the
genius of Mercury, to the
hideous Rahab, which is the
constellation of the Crocodile. The Abbadirs, stones which had fallen
from the moon, were whirling in slings of silver thread; little
loaves, representing the
female form, were born on baskets by the
priests of Ceres; others brought their fetishes and amulets; forgotten
idols reappeared, while the
mystic symbols had been taken from the
very ships as though Carthage wished to
concentrate herself wholly
upon a single thought of death and desolation.
Before each
tabernacle a man balanced a large vase of smoking incense
on his head. Clouds hovered here and there, and the hangings,
pendants, and embroideries of the
sacredpavilions might be
distinguished amid the thick vapours. These
advanced slowly owing to
their
enormous weight. Sometimes the axles became fast in the streets;
then the pious took
advantage of the opportunity to touch the Baalim
with their garments, which they preserved afterwards as holy things.
The
brazenstatue continued to advance towards the square of Khamon.
The rich, carrying sceptres with
emerald balls, set out from the
bottom of Megara; the Ancients, with diadems on their heads, had
assembled in Kinisdo, and masters of the finances, governors of
provinces, sailors, and the numerous horde employed at funerals, all
with the insignia of their magistracies or the instruments of their
calling, were making their way towards the
tabernacles which were
descending from the Acropolis between the colleges of the pontiffs.
Out of deference to Moloch they had adorned themselves with the most
splendid jewels. Diamonds sparkled on their black garments; but their
rings were too large and fell from their wasted hands,--nor could
there have been anything so
mournful as this silent crowd where
earrings tapped against pale faces, and gold tiaras clasped brows
contracted with stern
despair.
At last the Baal arrived exactly in the centre of the square. His
pontiffs arranged an
enclosure with trellis-work to keep off the
multitude, and remained around him at his feet.
The
priests of Khamon, in tawny woollen robes, formed a line before
their
temple beneath the columns of the portico; those of Eschmoun, in
linen mantles with necklaces of koukouphas' heads and
pointed tiaras,
posted themselves on the steps of the Acropolis; the
priests of
Melkarth, in
violet tunics, took the
western side; the
priests of the
Abbadirs, clasped with bands of Phrygian stuffs, placed themselves on
the east, while towards the south, with the necromancers all covered
with tattooings, and the shriekers in patched cloaks, were ranged the
curates of the Pataec gods, and the Yidonim, who put the bone of a