syntagmata, killed one another with
knives in a
dispute about a rat.
All regretted their families, and their houses; the poor their hive-
shaped huts, with the shells on the
threshold and the
hanging net, and
the patricians their large halls filled with bluish shadows, where at
the most indolent hour of the day they used to rest listening to the
vague noise of the streets mingled with the rustling of the leaves as
they stirred in their gardens;--to go deeper into the thought of this,
and to enjoy it more, they would half close their eyelids, only to be
roused by the shock of a wound. Every minute there was some
engagement, some fresh alarm; the towers were burning, the Eaters of
Uncleanness were leaping across the palisades; their hands would be
struck off with axes; others would
hasten up; an iron hail would fall
upon the tents. Galleries of rushen hurdles were raised as a
protection against the projectiles. The Carthaginians shut themselves
up within them and stirred out no more.
Every day the sun coming over the hill used, after the early hours, to
forsake the bottom of the gorge and leave them in the shade. The grey
slopes of the ground, covered with flints spotted with
scanty lichen,
ascended in front and in the rear, and above their summits stretched
the sky in its
perpetualpurity, smoother and colder to the eye than a
metal cupola. Hamilcar was so
indignant with Carthage that he felt
inclined to throw himself among the Barbarians and lead them against
her. Moreover, the porters, sutlers, and slaves were
beginning to
murmur, while neither people, nor Great Council, nor any one sent as
much as a hope. The situation was
intolerable, especially owing to the
thought that it would become worse.
At the news of the
disaster Carthage had leaped, as it were, with
anger and hate; the Suffet would have been less execrated if he had
allowed himself to be conquered from the first.
But time and money were
lacking for the hire of other Mercenaries. As
to a levy of soldiers in the town, how were they to be equipped?
Hamilcar had taken all the arms! and then who was to command them? The
best captains were down yonder with him! Meanwhile, some men
despatched by the Suffet arrived in the streets with shouts. The Great
Council were roused by them, and contrived to make them disappear.
It was an unnecessary
precaution; every one accused Barca of having
behaved with slackness. He ought to have annihilated the Mercenaries
after his
victory. Why had he ravaged the tribes? The sacrifices
already imposed had been heavy enough! and the patricians deplored
their contributions of fourteen shekels, and the Syssitia their two
hundred and twenty-three thousand gold kikars; those who had given
nothing lamented like the rest. The
populace was
jealous of the New
Carthaginians, to whom he had promised full rights of
citizenship; and
even the Ligurians, who had fought with such intrepidity, were
confounded with the Barbarians and cursed like them; their race became
a crime, the proof of complicity. The traders on the
threshold of
their shops, the
workmen passing plumb-line in hand, the vendors of
pickle rinsing their baskets, the attendants in the vapour baths and
the retailers of hot drinks all discussed the operations of the
campaign. They would trace battle-plans with their fingers in the
dust, and there was not a sorry
rascal to be found who could not have
corrected Hamilcar's mistakes.
It was a
punishment, said the priests, for his long-continued impiety.
He had offered no holocausts; he had not purified his troops; he had
even refused to take augurs with him; and the
scandal of sacrilege
strengthened the
violence of restrained hate, and the rage of betrayed
hopes. People recalled the Sicilian
disasters, and all the burden of
his pride that they had borne for so long! The colleges of the
pontiffs could not
forgive him for having seized their treasure, and
they demanded a
pledge from the Great Council to crucify him should he
ever return.
The heats of the month of Eloul, which were
excessive in that year,
were another
calamity. Sickening smells rose from the borders of the
Lake, and were wafted through the air together with the fumes of the
aromatics that eddied at the corners of the streets. The sounds of
hymns were
constantly heard. Crowds of people occupied the
staircases
of the
temples; all the walls were covered with black veils; tapers
burnt on the brows of the Pataec Gods, and the blood of camels slain
for sacrifice ran along the flights of stairs forming red cascades
upon the steps. Carthage was agitated with funereal delirium. From the
depths of the narrowest lanes, and the blackest dens, there issued
pale faces, men with viper-like profiles and grinding their teeth. The
houses were filled with the women's
piercing shrieks, which, escaping
through the gratings, caused those who stood talking in the squares to
turn round. Sometimes it was thought that the Barbarians were
arriving; they had been seen behind the mountain of the Hot Springs;
they were encamped at Tunis; and the voices would
multiply and swell,
and be blended into one single clamour. Then
universal silence would
reign, some remaining where they had climbed upon the frontals of the
buildings, screening their eyes with their open hand, while the rest
lay flat on their faces at the foot of the ramparts straining their
ears. When their
terror had passed off their anger would begin again.
But the
conviction of their own impotence would soon sink them into
the same
sadness as before.
It increased every evening when all ascended the
terraces, and bowing
down nine times uttered a loud cry in
salutation of the sun, as it
sank slowly behind the
lagoon, and then suddenly disappeared among the
mountains in the direction of the Barbarians.
They were
waiting for the
thrice holy
festival when, from the summit
of a
funeral pile, an eagle flew heavenwards as a
symbol of the
resurrection of the year, and a message from the people to their Baal;
they regarded it as a sort of union, a method of connecting themselves
with the might of the Sun. Moreover, filled as they now were with
hatred, they turned
frankly towards homicidal Moloch, and all forsook
Tanith. In fact, Rabetna, having lost her veil, was as if she had been
despoiled of part of her
virtue. She denied the beneficence of her
waters, she had
abandoned Carthage; she was a deserter, an enemy. Some
threw stones at her to
insult her. But many pitied her while they
inveighed against her; she was still
beloved, and perhaps more deeply
than she had been.
All their misfortunes came,
therefore, from the loss of the zaimph.
Salammbo had
indirectly participated in it; she was included in the
same ill will; she must be punished. A vague idea of immolation spread
among the people. To
appease the Baalim it was without doubt necessary
to offer them something of incalculable worth, a being handsome,
young,
virgin, of old family, a
descendant of the gods, a human star.
Every day the gardens of Megara were invaded by strange men; the
slaves, trembling on their own
account, dared not
resist them.
Nevertheless, they did not pass beyond the
galleystaircase. They
remained below with their eyes raised to the highest
terrace; they
were
waiting for Salammbo, and they would cry out for hours against
her like dogs baying at the moon.
CHAPTER X
THE SERPENT
These clamourings of the
populace did not alarm Hamilcar's daughter.
She was disturbed by loftier anxieties: her great
serpent, the black
python, was drooping; and in the eyes of the Carthaginians, the
serpent was at once a national and a private fetish. It was believed
to be the offspring of the dust of the earth, since it emerges from
its depths and has no need of feet to
traverse it; its mode of
progression called to mind the undulations of rivers, its temperature
the ancient, viscous, and fecund darkness, and the orbit which it
describes when
biting its tail the
harmony of the planets, and the
intelligence of Eschmoun.
Salammbo's
serpent had several times already refused the four live
sparrows which were offered to it at the full moon and at every new
moon. Its handsome skin, covered like the
firmament with golden spots
upon a
perfectly black ground, was now yellow, relaxed, wrinkled, and
too large for its body. A cottony mouldiness
extended round its head;
and in the corners of its eyelids might be seen little red specks
which appeared to move. Salammbo would approach its silver-wire basket
from time to time, and would draw aside the
purple curtains, the lotus
leaves, and the bird's down; but it was
continually rolled up upon
itself, more
motionless than a withered bind-weed; and from looking at
it she at last came to feel a kind of
spiral within her heart, another