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eminences lit up by the moon; then stars would tremble on the points

of the pikes, the helmets would glimmer for an instant, all would



disappear, and others would come on continually. Startled flocks

bleated in the distance, and a something of infinitesweetness seemed



to sink upon the earth.

Spendius, with his head thrown back and his eyes half-closed, inhaled



the freshness of the wind with great sighs; he spread out his arms,

moving his fingers that he might the better feel the cares that



streamed over his body. Hopes of vengeance came back to him and

transported him. He pressed his hand upon his mouth to check his sobs,



and half-swooning with intoxication, let go the halter of his

dromedary, which was proceeding with long, regular steps. Matho had



relapsed into his former melancholy; his legs hung down to the ground,

and the grass made a continuous rustling as it beat against his



cothurni.

The journey, however, spread itself out without ever coming to an end.



At the extremity of a plain they would always reach a round-shaped

plateau; then they would descend again into a valley, and the



mountains which seemed to block up the horizon would, in proportion as

they were approached, glide as it were from their positions. From time



to time a river would appear amid the verdure of tamarisks to lose

itself at the turning of the hills. Sometimes a huge rock would tower



aloft like the prow of a vessel or the pedestal of some vanished

colossus.



At regular intervals they met with little quadrangular temples, which

served as stations for the pilgrims who repaired to Sicca. They were



closed like tombs. The Libyans struck great blows upon the doors to

have them opened. But no one inside responded.



Then the cultivation became more rare. They suddenly entered upon

belts of sand bristling with thorny thickets. Flocks of sheep were



browsing among the stones; a woman with a blue fleece about her waist

was watching them. She fled screaming when she saw the soldiers' pikes



among the rocks.

They were marching through a kind of large passage bordered by two



chains of reddish coloured hillocks, when their nostrils were greeted

with a nauseous odour, and they thought that they could see something



extraordinary on the top of a carob tree: a lion's head reared itself

above the leaves.



They ran thither. It was a lion with his four limbs fastened to a

cross like a criminal. His huge muzzle fell upon his breast, and his



two fore-paws, half-hidden beneath the abundance of his mane, were

spread out wide like the wings of a bird. His ribs stood severally out



beneath his distended skin; his hind legs, which were nailed against

each other, were raised somewhat, and the black blood, flowing through



his hair, had collected in stalactites at the end of his tail, which

hung down perfectly straight along the cross. The soldiers made merry



around; they called him consul, and Roman citizen, and threw pebbles

into his eyes to drive away the gnats.



But a hundred paces further on they saw two more, and then there

suddenly appeared a long file of crosses bearing lions. Some had been



so long dead that nothing was left against the wood but the remains of

their skeletons; others which were half eaten away had their jaws



twisted into horrible grimaces; there were some enormous ones; the

shafts of the crosses bent beneath them, and they swayed in the wind,



while bands of crows wheeled ceaselessly in the air above their heads.

It was thus that the Carthaginian peasants avenged themselves when



they captured a wild beast; they hoped to terrify the others by such

an example. The Barbarians ceased their laughter, and were long lost



in amazement. "What people is this," they thought, "that amuses itself

by crucifying lions!"



They were, besides, especially the men of the North, vaguely uneasy,

troubled, and already sick. They tore their hands with the darts of



the aloes; great mosquitoes buzzed in their ears, and dysentry was

breaking out in the army. They were weary at not yet seeing Sicca.



They were afraid of losing themselves and of reaching the desert, the

country of sands and terrors. Many even were unwilling to advance



further. Others started back to Carthage.

At last on the seventh day, after following the base of a mountain for



a long time, they turned abruptly to the right, and there then




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