convinced, and was more disposed to succour Tanith, the python
recovered and grew; he seemed to be reviving.
The
certainty that Salammbo was giving expression to the will of the
gods then became established in her
conscience. One morning she awoke
resolved, and she asked what was necessary to make Matho
restore the
veil.
"To claim it," said Schahabarim.
"But if he refuses?" she rejoined.
The
priest scanned her fixedly with a smile such as she had never
seen.
"Yes, what is to be done?"
repeated Salammbo.
He rolled between his fingers the extremities of the bands which fell
from his tiara upon his shoulders,
standingmotionless with eyes cast
down. At last
seeing that she did not understand:
"You will be alone with him."
"Well?" she said.
"Alone in his tent."
"What then?"
Schahabarim bit his lips. He sought for some
phrase, some
circumlocution.
"If you are to die, that will be later," he said; "later! fear
nothing! and
whatever he may
undertake to do, do not call out! do not
be frightened! You will be
humble, you understand, and submissive to
his desire, which is ordained of heaven!"
"But the veil?"
"The gods will take thought for it," replied Schahabarim.
"Suppose you were to accompany me, O father?" she added.
"No!"
He made her kneel down, and keeping his left hand raised and his right
extended, he swore in her
behalf to bring back the
mantle of Tanith
into Carthage. With terrible imprecations she
devoted herself to the
gods, and each time that Schahabarim
pronounced a word she falteringly
repeated it.
He indicated to her all the purifications and fastings that she was to
observe, and how she was to reach Matho. Moreover, a man acquainted
with the routes would accompany her.
She felt as if she had been set free. She thought only of the
happiness of
seeing the zaimph again, and she now
blessed Schahabarim
for his exhortations.
It was the period at which the doves of Carthage migrated to Sicily to
the mountain of Eryx and the
temple of Venus. For several days before
their
departure they sought out and called to one another so as to
collect together; at last one evening they flew away; the wind blew
them along, and the big white cloud glided across the sky high above
the sea.
The
horizon was filled with the colour of blood. They seemed to
descend gradually to the waves; then they disappeared as though
swallowed up, and falling of themselves into the jaws of the sun.
Salammbo, who watched them retiring, bent her head, and then Taanach,
believing that she guessed her sorrow, said
gently to her:
"But they will come back, Mistress."
"Yes! I know."
"And you will see them again."
"Perhaps!" she said, sighing.
She had not confided her
resolve to any one; in order to carry it out
with the greater
discretion she sent Taanach to the
suburb of Kinisdo
to buy all the things that she required instead of requesting them
from the stewards: vermilion, aromatics, a linen
girdle, and new
garments. The old slave was amazed at these p
reparations, without
daring, however, to ask any questions; and the day, which had been
fixed by Schahabarim, arrived when Salammbo was to set out.
About the twelfth hour she perceived, in the depths of the sycamore
trees, a blind old man with one hand resting on the shoulder of a
child who walked before him, while with the other he carried a kind of
cithara of black wood against his hip. The eunuchs, slaves, and women
had been scrupulously sent away; no one might know the
mystery that
was preparing.
Taanach kindled four tripods filled with strobus and cadamomum in the
corners of the
apartment; then she unfolded large Babylonian
hangings,
and stretched them on cords all around the room, for Salammbo did not
wish to be seen even by the walls. The kinnor-player squatted behind