And less from greediness than from ostentation, and the desire to
prove to himself that he was in good health, he cut into the
forcemeats of
cheese and marjoram, the boned fish, gourds, oysters
with eggs, horse-radishes, truffles, and brochettes of small birds. As
he looked at the prisoners he revelled in the
imagination of their
tortures. Nevertheless he remembered Sicca, and the rage caused by all
his woes found vent in the abuse of these three men.
"Ah! traitors! ah! wretches!
infamous,
accursed creatures! And you
outraged me!--me! the Suffet! Their services, the price of their
blood, say they! Ah! yes! their blood! their blood!" Then
speaking to
himself:--"All shall perish! not one shall be sold! It would be better
to bring them to Carthage! I should be seen--but
doubtless, I have not
brought chains enough? Write: Send me--How many of them are there? go
and ask Muthumbal! Go! no pity! and let all their hands be cut off and
brought to me in baskets!"
But strange cries at once
hoarse and
shrill penetrated into the hall
above Hanno's voice and the rattling of the dishes that were being
placed around him. They increased, and suddenly the
furioustrumpeting
of the
elephants burst forth as if the battle were
beginning again. A
great
tumult was going on around the town.
The Carthaginians had not attempted to
pursue the Barbarians. They had
taken up their quarters at the foot of the walls with their baggage,
mules, serving men, and all their train of satraps; and they made
merry in their beautiful pearl-bordered tents, while the camp of the
Mercenaries was now nothing but a heap of ruins in the plain. Spendius
had recovered his courage. He dispatched Zarxas to Matho, scoured the
woods, rallied his men (the losses had been inconsiderable),--and they
were re-forming their lines enraged at having been conquered without a
fight, when they discovered a vat of
petroleum which had no doubt been
abandoned by the Carthaginians. Then Spendius had some pigs carried
off from the farms, smeared them with bitumen, set them on fire, and
drove them towards Utica.
The
elephants were terrified by the flames and fled. The ground sloped
upwards, javelins were thrown at them, and they turned back;--and with
great blows of ivory and trampling feet they ripped up the
Carthaginians, stifled them, flattened them. The Barbarians descended
the hill behind them; the Punic camp, which was without entrenchments
was sacked at the first rush, and the Carthaginians were crushed
against the gates, which were not opened through fear of the
Mercenaries.
Day broke, and Matho's foot-soldiers were seen coming up from the
west. At the same time horsemen appeared; they were Narr' Havas with
his Numidians. Leaping ravines and bushes they ran down the fugitives
like greyhounds pursuing hares. This change of fortune interrupted the
Suffet. He called out to be assisted to leave the vapour bath.
The three captives were still before him. Then a Negro (the same who
had carried his parasol in the battle) leaned over to his ear.
"Well?" replied the Suffet slowly. "Ah! kill them!" he added in an
abrupt tone.
The Ethiopian drew a long
dagger from his
girdle and the three heads
fell. One of them rebounded among the remains of the feast, and leaped
into the basin, where it floated for some time with open mouth and
staring eyes. The morning light entered through the chinks in the
wall; the three bodies streamed with great bubbles like three
fountains, and a sheet of blood flowed over the mosaics with their
powdering of blue dust. The Suffet dipped his hand into this hot mire
and rubbed his knees with it: it was a cure.
When evening had come he stole away from the town with his
escort, and
made his way into the mountain to
rejoin his army.
He succeeded in
finding the remains of it.
Four days afterward he was on the top of a
defile at Gorza, when the
troops under Spendius appeared below. Twenty stout lances might easily
have checked them by attacking the head of their
column, but the
Carthaginians watched them pass by in a state of stupefaction. Hanno
recognised the king of the Numidians in the rearguard; Narr' Havas
bowed to him, at the same time making a sign which he did not
understand.
The return to Carthage took place amid all kinds of
terrors. They
marched only at night, hiding in the olive woods during the day. There
were deaths at every halting-place; several times they believed
themselves lost. At last they reached Cape Hermaeum, where vessels
came to receive them.
Hanno was so fatigued, so desperate--the loss of the
elephants in
particular overwhelmed him--that he demanded
poison from Demonades in
order to put an end to it all. Moreover he could already feel himself
stretched upon the cross.
Carthage had not strength enough to be
indignant with him. Its losses