were,
moreover, heaped together owing to the narrowness of the gorge--
on the others, on the
contrary, it was sufficient to drive against
them with
violence to make them
descend. The Carthaginians pushed
them, and at
daybreak they projected into the plain like the steps of
an
immense ruined staircase.
The Barbarians were still
unable to climb them. Ladders were held out
for their
assistance; all rushed upon them. The
discharge of a
catapult drove the crowd back; only the Ten were taken away.
They walked amid the Clinabarians, leaning their hands on the horses'
croups for support.
Now that their first joy was over they began to harbour anxieties.
Hamilcar's demands would be cruel. But Spendius reassured them.
"I will speak!" And he boasted that he knew excellent things to say
for the safety of the army.
Behind all the bushes they met with ambushed sentries, who prostrated
themselves before the sword-belt which Spendius had placed over his
shoulder.
When they reached the Punic camp the crowd flocked around them, and
they thought that they could hear whisperings and
laughter. The door
of a tent opened.
Hamilcar was at the very back of it seated on a stool beside a table
on which there shone a naked sword. He was surrounded by captains, who
were standing.
He started back on perceiving these men, and then bent over to examine
them.
Their pupils were
strangely dilated, and there was a great black
circle round their eyes, which
extended to the lower parts of their
ears; their bluish noses stood out between their hollow cheeks, which
were chinked with deep wrinkles; the skin of their bodies was too
large for their muscles, and was
hidden beneath a slate-coloured dust;
their lips were glued to their yellow teeth; they exhaled an
infectious odour; they might have been taken for half-opened tombs,
for living sepulchres.
In the centre of the tent, on a mat on which the captains were about
to sit down, there was a dish of smoking gourds. The Barbarians
fastened their eyes upon it with a shivering in all their limbs, and
tears came to their eyelids;
nevertheless they restrained themselves.
Hamilcar turned away to speak to some one. Then they all flung
themselves upon it, flat on the ground. Their faces were soaked in the
fat, and the noise of their deglutition was mingled with the sobs of
joy which they uttered. Through
astonishment,
doubtless, rather than
pity, they were allowed to finish the mess. Then when they had risen
Hamilcar with a sign commanded the man who bore the sword-belt to
speak. Spendius was afraid; he stammered.
Hamilcar, while listening to him, kept turning round on his finger a
big gold ring, the same which had stamped the seal of Carthage upon
the sword-belt. He let it fall to the ground; Spendius immediately
picked it up; his servile habits came back to him in the presence of
his master. The others quivered with
indignation at such baseness.
But the Greek raised his voice and spoke for a long time in rapid,
insidious, and even
violent fashion,
setting forth the crimes of
Hanno, whom he knew to be Barca's enemy, and striving to move
Hamilcar's pity by the details of their miseries and the recollection
of their
devotion; in the end he became forgetful of himself, being
carried away by the
warmth of his temper.
Hamilcar replied that he accepted their excuses. Peace, then, was
about to be concluded, and now it would be a definitive one! But he
required that ten Mercenaries, chosen by himself, should be delivered
up to him without
weapons or tunics.
They had not expected such clemency; Spendius exclaimed: "Ah! twenty
if you wish, master!"
"No! ten will suffice," replied Hamilcar quietly.
They were sent out of the tent to
deliberate. As soon as they were
alone, Autaritus protested against the sacrifice of their companions,
and Zarxas said to Spendius:
"Why did you not kill him? his sword was there beside you!"
"Him!" said Spendius. "Him! him!" he
repeated several times, as though
the thing had been impossible, and Hamilcar were an immortal.
They were so overwhelmed with
weariness that they stretched themselves
on their backs on the ground, not
knowing at what
resolution to
arrive.
Spendius urged them to yield. At last they consented, and went in
again.