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Salammbo-Part17_Gustave Flaubert(1821-1880)_Translated Works(翻译文学)-第2页

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he felt withal a wiser and more intimate scorn of death and of every

accident. When he rose he was filled with serene fearlessness and was



proof against pity or dread, and as his chest was choking he went to

the top of the tower which overlooked Carthage.



The town sank downwards in a long hollow curve, with its cupolas, its

temples, its golden roofs, its houses, its clusters of palm trees here



and there, and its glass balls with streaming rays, while the ramparts

formed, as it were, the gigantic border of this horn of plenty which



poured itself out before him. Far below he could see the harbours, the

squares, the interiors of the courts, the plan of the streets, and the



people, who seemed very small and but little above the level of the

pavement. Ah! if Hanno had not arrived too late on the morning of the



Aegatian islands! He fastened his eyes on the extremehorizon and

stretched forth his quivering arms in the direction of Rome.



The steps of the Acropolis were occupied by the multitude. In the

square of Khamon the people were pressing forwards to see the Suffet



come out, and the terraces were gradually being loaded with people; a

few recognised him, and he was saluted; but he retired in order the



better to excite the impatience of the people.

Hamilcar found the most important men of his party below in the hall:



Istatten, Subeldia, Hictamon, Yeoubas and others. They related to him

all that had taken place since the conclusion of the peace: the greed



of the Ancients, the departure of the soldiers, their return, their

demands, the capture of Gisco, the theft of the zaimph, the relief and



subsequent abandonment of Utica; but no one ventured to tell him of

the events which concerned himself. At last they separated, to meet



again during the night at the assembly of the Ancients in the temple

of Moloch.



They had just gone out when a tumult arose outside the door. Some one

was trying to enter in spite of the servants; and as the disturbance



was increasing Hamilcar ordered the stranger to be shown in.

An old Negress made her appearance, broken, wrinkled, trembling,



stupid-looking, wrapped to the heels in ample blue veils. She advanced

face to face with the Suffet, and they looked at each other for some



time; suddenly Hamilcar started; at a wave of his hand the slaves

withdrew. Then, signing to her to walk with precaution, he drew her by



the arm into a remote apartment.

The Negress threw herself upon the floor to kiss his feet; he raised



her brutally.

"Where have you left him, Iddibal?"



"Down there, Master;" and extricating herself from her veils, she

rubbed her face with her sleeve; the black colour, the senile



trembling, the bent figure disappeared, and there remained a strong

old man whose skin seemed tanned by sand, wind, and sea. A tuft of



white hair rose on his skull like the crest of a bird; and he

indicated his disguise, as it lay on the ground, with an ironic



glance.

"You have done well, Iddibal! 'Tis well!" Then piercing him, as it



were, with his keen gaze: "No one yet suspects?"

The old man swore to him by the Kabiri that the mystery had been kept.



They never left their cottage, which was three days' journey from

Hadrumetum, on a shore peopled with turtles, and with palms on the



dune. "And in accordance with your command, O Master! I teach him to

hurl the javelin and to drive a team."



"He is strong, is he not?"

"Yes, Master, and intrepid as well! He has no fear of serpents, or



thunder, or phantoms. He runs bare-footed like a herdsman along the

brinks of precipices."



"Speak! speak!"

"He invents snares for wild beasts. Would you believe it, that last



moon he surprised an eagle; he dragged it away, and the bird's blood

and the child's were scattered in the air in large drops like driven



roses. The animal in its fury enwrapped him in the beating of its

wings; he strained it against his breast, and as it died his laughter



increased, piercing and proud like the clashing of swords."

Hamilcar bent his head, dazzled by such presages of greatness.



"But he has been for some time restless and disturbed. He gazes at the

sails passing far out at sea; he is melancholy, he rejects bread, he



inquires about the gods, and he wishes to become acquainted with

Carthage."



"No, no! not yet!" exclaimed the Suffet.

The old slave seemed to understand the peril which alarmed Hamilcar,






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