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greyish, like the infected rag hanging to his sides; his head was sunk



between his shoulders, and with the back of his hand he was rubbing

his eyes, which were filled with flies.



How could he ever be confounded with Hannibal! and there was no time

to choose another. Hamilcar looked at Giddenem; he felt inclined to



strangle him.

"Begone!" he cried; and the master of the slaves fled.



The misfortune which he had so long dreaded was therefore come, and

with extravagant efforts he strove to discover whether there was not



some mode, some means to escape it.

Abdalonim suddenly spoke from behind the door. The Suffet was being



asked for. The servants of Moloch were growing impatient.

Hamilcar repressed a cry as though a red hot iron had burnt him; and



he began anew to pace the room like one distraught. Then he sank down

beside the balustrade, and, with his elbows on his knees, pressed his



forehead into his shut fists.

The porphyry basin still contained a little clear water for Salammbo's



ablutions. In spite of his repugnance and all his pride, the Suffet

dipped the child into it, and, like a slave merchant, began to wash



him and rub him with strigils and red earth. Then he took two purple

squares from the receptacles round the wall, placed one on his breast



and the other on his back, and joined them together on the collar

bones with two diamond clasps. He poured perfume upon his head, passed



an electrum necklace around his neck, and put on him sandals with

heels of pearl,--sandals belonging to his own daughter! But he stamped



with shame and vexation; Salammbo, who busied herself in helping him,

was as pale as he. The child, dazzled by such splendour, smiled and,



growing bold even, was beginning to clap his hands and jump, when

Hamilcar took him away.



He held him firmly by the arm as though he were afraid of losing him,

and the child, who was hurt, wept a little as he ran beside him.



When on a level with the ergastulum, under a palm tree, a voice was

raised, a mournful and supplicant voice. It murmured: "Master! oh!



master!"

Hamilcar turned and beside him perceived a man of abject appearance,



one of the wretches who led a haphazard existence in the household.

"What do you want?" said the Suffet.



The slave, who trembled horribly, stammered:

"I am his father!"



Hamilcar walked on; the other followed him with stooping loins, bent

hams, and head thrust forward. His face was convulsed with unspeakable



anguish, and he was choking with suppressed sobs, so eager was he at

once to question him, and to cry: "Mercy!"



At last he ventured to touch him lightly with one finger on the elbow.

"Are you going to--?" He had not the strength to finish, and Hamilcar



stopped quite amazed at such grief.

He had never thought--so immense was the abyss separating them from



each other--that there could be anything in common between them. It

even appeared to him a sort of outrage, an encroachment upon his own



privileges. He replied with a look colder and heavier than an

executioner's axe; the slave swooned and fell in the dust at his feet.



Hamilcar strode across him.

The three black-robed men were waiting in the great hall, and standing



against the stone disc. Immediately he tore his garments, and rolled

upon the pavement uttering piercing cries.



"Ah! poor little Hannibal! Oh! my son! my consolation! my hope! my

life! Kill me also! take me away! Woe! Woe!" He ploughed his face with



his nails, tore out his hair, and shrieked like the women who lament

at funerals. "Take him away then! my suffering is too great! begone!



kill me like him!" The servants of Moloch were astonished that the

great Hamilcar was so weak-spirited. They were almost moved by it.



A noise of naked feet became audible, with a broken throat-rattling

like the breathing of a wild beast speeding along, and a man, pale,



terrible, and with outspread arms appeared on the threshold of the

third gallery, between the ivory pots; he exclaimed:



"My child!"

Hamilcar threw himself with a bound upon the slave, and covering the



man's mouth with his hand exclaimed still more loudly:




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