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serpent, as it were, mounting up to her throat by degrees and



strangling her.

She was in despair of having seen the zaimph, and yet she felt a sort



of joy, an intimate pride at having done so. A mysteryshrank within

the splendour of its folds; it was the cloud that enveloped the gods,



and the secret of the universalexistence, and Salammbo, horror-

stricken at herself, regretted that she had not raised it.



She was almost always crouching at the back of her apartment, holding

her bended left leg in her hands, her mouth half open, her chin sunk,



her eye fixed. She recollected her father's face with terror; she

wished to go away into the mountains of Phoenicia, on a pilgrimage to



the temple of Aphaka, where Tanith descended in the form of a star;

all kinds of imaginings attracted her and terrified her; moreover, a



solitude which every day became greater encompassed her. She did not

even know what Hamilcar was about.



Wearied at last with her thoughts she would rise, and trailing along

her little sandals whose soles clacked upon her heels at every step,



she would walk at random through the large silent room. The amethysts

and topazes of the ceiling made luminous spots quiver here and there,



and Salammbo as she walked would turn her head a little to see them.

She would go and take the hanging amphoras by the neck; she would cool



her bosom beneath the broad fans, or perhaps amuse herself by burning

cinnamomum in hollow pearls. At sunset Taanach would draw back the



black felt lozenges that closed the openings in the wall; then her

doves, rubbed with musk like the doves of Tanith, suddenly entered,



and their pink feet glided over the glass pavement, amid the grains of

barley which she threw to them in handfuls like a sower in a field.



But on a sudden she would burst into sobs and lie stretched on the

large bed of ox-leather straps without moving, repeating a word that



was ever the same, with open eyes, pale as one dead, insensible, cold;

and yet she could hear the cries of the apes in the tufts of the palm



trees, with the continuous grinding of the great wheel which brought a

flow of pure water through the stories into the porphyry centre-basin.



Sometimes for several days she would refuse to eat. She could see in a

dream troubled stars wandering beneath her feet. She would call



Schahabarim, and when he came she had nothing to say to him.

She could not live without the relief of his presence. But she



rebelled inwardly against this domination; her feeling towards the

priest was one at once of terror, jealousy, hatred, and a species of



love, in gratitude for the singular voluptuousness which she

experienced by his side.



He had recognised the influence of Rabbet, being skilful to discern

the gods who send diseases; and to cure Salammbo he had her apartment



watered with lotions of vervain, and maidenhair; she ate mandrakes

every morning; she slept with her head on a cushion filled with



aromatics blended by the pontiffs; he had even employed baaras, a

fiery-coloured root which drives back fatal geniuses into the North;



lastly, turning towards the polar star, he murmured thrice the

mysterious name of Tanith; but Salammbo still suffered and her anguish



deepened.

No one in Carthage was so learned as he. In his youth he had studied



at the College of the Mogbeds, at Borsippa, near Babylon; had then

visited Samothrace, Pessinus, Ephesus, Thessaly, Judaea, and the



temples of the Nabathae, which are lost in the sands; and had

travelled on foot along the banks of the Nile from the cataracts to



the sea. Shaking torches with veil-covered face, he had cast a black

cock upon a fire of sandarach before the breast of the Sphinx, the



Father of Terror. He had descended into the caverns of Proserpine; he

had seen the five hundred pillars of the labyrinth of Lemnos revolve,



and the candelabrum of Tarentum, which bore as many sconces on its

shaft as there are days in the year, shine in its splendour; at times



he received Greeks by night in order to question them. The

constitution of the world disquieted him no less than the nature of



the gods; he had observed the equinoxes with the armils placed in the

portico of Alexandria, and accompanied the bematists of Evergetes, who



measure the sky by calculating the number of their steps, as far as




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