faces and songs? We kept them at Drepanum to sweep out our stables. I
have embraced them amid assaults, beneath falling ceilings, and while
the catapult was still vibrating!--But she, Spendius, she!--"
The slave interrupted him:
"If she were not Hanno's daughter--"
"No!" cried Matho. "She has nothing in common with the daughters of
other men! Have you seen her great eyes beneath her great eyebrows,
like suns beneath
triumphal arches? Think: when she appeared all the
torches grew pale. Her naked breast shone here and there through the
diamonds of her
necklace; behind her you perceived as it were the
odour of a
temple, and her whole being emitted something that was
sweeter than wine and more terrible than death. She walked, however,
and then she stopped."
He remained gaping with his head cast down and his eyeballs fixed.
"But I want her! I need her! I am dying for her! I am transported with
frenzied joy at the thought of clasping her in my arms, and yet I hate
her, Spendius! I should like to beat her! What is to be done? I have a
mind to sell myself and become her slave! YOU have been that! You were
able to get sight of her; speak to me of her! Every night she ascends
to the
terrace of her palace, does she not? Ah! the stones must quiver
beneath her sandals, and the stars bend down to see her!"
He fell back in a perfect
frenzy, with a rattling in his
throat like a
wounded bull.
Then Matho sang: "He pursued into the forest the
femalemonster, whose
tail undulated over the dead leaves like a silver brook." And with
lingering tones he imitated Salammbo's voice, while his outspread
hands were held like two light hands on the strings of a lyre.
To all the consolations offered by Spendius, he
repeated the same
words; their nights were spent in these wailings and exhortations.
Matho sought to drown his thoughts in wine. After his fits of
drunkenness he was more
melancholy still. He tried to
divert himself
at huckle-bones, and lost the gold plates of his
necklace one by one.
He had himself taken to the servants of the Goddess; but he came down
the hill sobbing, like one returning from a funeral.
Spendius, on the
contrary, became more bold and gay. He was to be seen
in the leafy taverns discoursing in the midst of the soldiers. He
mended old cuirasses. He juggled with
daggers. He went and gathered
herbs in the fields for the sick. He was facetious, dexterous, full of
invention and talk; the Barbarians grew accustomed to his services,
and he came to be loved by them.
However, they were awaiting an
ambassador from Carthage to bring them
mules laden with baskets of gold; and ever
beginning the same
calculation over again, they would trace figures with their fingers in
the sand. Every one was arranging his life
beforehand; they would have
concubines, slaves, lands; others intended to bury their treasure, or
risk it on a
vessel. But their tempers were provoked by want of
employment; there were
constant disputes between horse-soldiers and
foot-soldiers, Barbarians and Greeks, while there was a never-ending
din of
shrillfemale voices.
Every day men came flocking in nearly naked, and with grass on their
heads to protect them from the sun; they were the debtors of the rich
Carthaginians and had been forced to till the lands of the latter, but
had escaped. Libyans came pouring in with peasants ruined by the
taxes, outlaws, and malefactors. Then the horde of traders, all the
dealers in wine and oil, who were
furious at not being paid, laid the
blame upon the Republic. Spendius declaimed against it. Soon the
provisions ran low; and there was talk of advancing in a body upon
Carthage, and
calling in the Romans.
One evening, at supper-time, dull
cracked sounds were heard
approaching, and something red appeared in the distance among the
undulations of the soil.
It was a large
purplelitter, adorned with
ostrich feathers at the
corners. Chains of
crystal and garlands of pearls beat against the
closed
hangings. It was followed by camels sounding the great bells
that hung at their breasts, and having around them horsemen clad from
shoulder to heel in
armour of golden scales.
They halted three hundred paces from the camp to take their round
bucklers, broad swords, and Boeotian helmets out of the cases which
they carried behind their saddles. Some remained with the camels,
while the others resumed their march. At last the ensigns of the
Republic appeared, that is to say, staves of blue wood terminated in
horses' heads or fir cones. The Barbarians all rose with
applause; the