CHAPTER V
TANITH
After leaving the gardens Matho and Spendius found themselves checked
by the rampart of Megara. But they discovered a breach in the great
wall and passed through.
The ground sloped downwards, forming a kind of very broad valley. It
was an exposed place.
"Listen," said Spendius, "and first of all fear nothing! I shall
fulfil my promise--"
He stopped abruptly, and seemed to reflect as though searching for
words,--"Do you remember that time at sunrise when I showed Carthage
to you on Salammbo's terrace? We were strong that day, but you would
listen to nothing!" Then in a grave voice: "Master, in the sanctuary
of Tanith there is a mysterious veil, which fell from heaven and which
covers the goddess."
"I know," said Matho.
Spendius resumed: "It is itself divine, for it forms part of her. The
gods reside where their images are. It is because Carthage possesses
it that Carthage is powerful." Then leaning over to his ear: "I have
brought you with me to carry it off!"
Matho recoiled in horror. "Begone! look for some one else! I will not
help you in this execrable crime!"
"But Tanith is your enemy," retorted Spendius; "she is persecuting you
and you are dying through her wrath. You will be revenged upon her.
She will obey you, and you will become almost immortal and
invincible."
Matho bent his head. Spendius continued:
"We should succumb; the army would be annihilated of itself. We have
neither flight, nor succour, nor pardon to hope for! What chastisement
from the gods can you be afraid of since you will have their power in
your own hands? Would you rather die on the evening of a defeat, in
misery beneath the shelter of a bush, or amid the outrages of the
populace and the flames of funeral piles? Master, one day you will
enter Carthage among the colleges of the pontiffs, who will kiss your
sandals; and if the veil of Tanith weighs upon you still, you will
reinstate it in its temple. Follow me! come and take it."
Matho was consumed by a terrible longing. He would have liked to
possess the veil while refraining from the sacrilege. He said to
himself that perhaps it would not be necessary to take it in order to
monopolise its virtue. He did not go to the bottom of his thought but
stopped at the boundary, where it terrified him.
"Come on!" he said; and they went off with rapid strides, side by
side, and without speaking.
The ground rose again, and the dwellings were near. They turned again
into the narrow streets amid the darkness. The strips of esparto-grass
with which the doors were closed, beat against the walls. Some camels
were ruminating in a square before heaps of cut grass. Then they
passed beneath a gallery covered with foliage. A pack of dogs were
barking. But suddenly the space grew wider and they recognised the
western face of the Acropolis. At the foot of Byrsa there stretched a
long black mass: it was the temple of Tanith, a whole made up of
monuments and galleries, courts and fore-courts, and bounded by a low
wall of dry stones. Spendius and Matho leaped over it.
This first barrier enclosed a wood of plane-trees as a precaution
against plague and infection in the air. Tents were scattered here and
there, in which, during the daytime, depilatory pastes, perfumes,
garments, moon-shaped cakes, and images of the goddess with
representations of the temple hollowed out in blocks of alabaster,
were on sale.
They had nothing to fear, for on nights when the planet did not
appear, all rites were suspended; nevertheless Matho slackened his
speed, and stopped before the three ebony steps leading to the second
enclosure.
"Forward!" said Spendius.
Pomegranate, almond trees, cypresses and myrtles alternated in regular
succession; the path, which was paved with blue pebbles, creaked
beneath their footsteps, and full-blown roses formed a hanging bower
over the whole length of the avenue. They arrived before an oval hole
protected by a grating. Then Matho, who was frightened by the silence,
said to Spendius:
"It is here that they mix the fresh water and the bitter."
"I have seen all that," returned the former slave, "in Syria, in the
town of Maphug"; and they ascended into the third enclosure by a
staircase of six silver steps.
A huge cedar occupied the centre. Its lowest branches were hidden
beneath scraps of material and necklaces hung upon them by the
faithful. They walked a few steps further on, and the front of the
temple was displayed before them.
Two long porticoes, with their architraves resting on dumpy pillars,
flanked a quadrangular tower, the platform of which was adorned with
the crescent of a moon. On the angles of the porticoes and at the four
corners of the tower stood vases filled with kindled aromatics. The
capitals were laden with pomegranates and coloquintidas. Twining
knots, lozenges, and rows of pearls alternated on the walls, and a
hedge of silver filigree formed a wide semicircle in front of the
brass staircase which led down from the vestibule.
There was a cone of stone at the entrance between a stela of gold and
one of emerald, and Matho kissed his right hand as he passed beside
it.
The first room was very lofty; its vaulted roof was pierced by
numberless apertures, and if the head were raised the stars might be
seen. All round the wall rush baskets were heaped up with the first
fruits of adolescence in the shape of beards and curls of hair; and in
the centre of the circular apartment the body of a woman issued from a
sheath which was covered with breasts. Fat, bearded, and with eyelids
downcast, she looked as though she were smiling, while her hands were
crossed upon the lower part of her big body, which was polished by the
kisses of the crowd.
Then they found themselves again in the open air in a transverse
corridor, wherein there was an altar of small dimensions leaning
against an ivory door. There was no further passage; the priests alone
could open it; for the temple was not a place of meeting for the
multitude, but the private abode of a divinity.
"The enterprise is impossible," said Matho. "You had not thought of
this! Let us go back!" Spendius was examining the walls.
He wanted the veil, not because he had confidence in its virtue
(Spendius believed only in the Oracle), but because he was persuaded
that the Carthaginians would be greatly dismayed on seeing themselves
deprived of it. They walked all round behind in order to find some
outlet.
Aedicules of different shapes were visible beneath clusters of
turpentine trees. Here and there rose a stone phallus, and large stags
roamed peacefully about, spurning the fallen fir-cones with their
cloven hoofs.
But they retraced their steps between two long galleries which ran
parallel to each other. There were small open cells along their sides,
and tabourines and cymbals hung against their cedar columns from top
to bottom. Women were sleeping stretched on mats outside the cells.
Their bodies were greasy with unguents, and exhaled an odour of spices
and extinguished perfuming-pans; while they were so covered with
tattooings, necklaces, rings, vermilion, and antimony that, but for
the motion of their breasts, they might have been taken for idols as
they lay thus on the ground. There were lotus-trees encircling a
fountain in which fish like Salammbo's were swimming; and then in the
background, against the wall of the temple, spread a vine, the
branches of which were of glass and the grape-bunches of emerald, the
rays from the precious stones making a play of light through the
painted columns upon the sleeping faces.
Matho felt suffocated in the warm atmosphere pressed down upon him by
the cedar partitions. All these symbols of fecundation, these
perfumes, radiations, and breathings overwhelmed him. Through all the
mystic dazzling he kept thinking of Salammbo. She became confused with
the goddess herself, and his loved unfolded itself all the more, like
the great lotus-plants blooming upon the depths of the waters.
Spendius was calculating how much money he would have made in former
days by the sale of these women; and with a rapid glance he estimated
the weight of the golden necklaces as he passed by.
The temple was impenetrable on this side as on the other, and they
returned behind the first chamber. While Spendius was searching and
ferreting, Matho was prostrate before the door supplicating Tanith. He
besought her not to permit the sacrilege, and strove to soften her
with caressing words, such as are used to an angry person.
Spendius noticed a narrow aperture above the door.
"Rise!" he said to Matho, and he made him stand erect with his back
against the wall. Placing one foot in his hands, and then the other
upon his head, he reached up to the air-hole, made his way into it and
disappeared. Then Matho felt a knotted cord--that one which Spendius
had rolled around his body before entering the cisterns--fall upon his
shoulders, and bearing upon it with both hands he soon found himself
by the side of the other in a large hall filled with shadow.
Such an attempt was something extraordinary. The inadequacy of the
means for preventing it was a sufficient proof that it was considered
impossible. The sanctuaries were protected by terror more than by
their walls. Matho expected to die at every step.
However a light was flickering far back in the darkness, and they went
up to it. It was a lamp burning in a shell on the pedestal of a statue
which wore the cap of the Kabiri. Its long blue robe was strewn with
diamond discs, and its heels were fastened to the ground by chains
which sank beneath the pavement. Matho suppressed a cry. "Ah! there
she is! there she is!" he stammered out. Spendius took up the lamp in
order to light himself.
"What an impious man you are!" murmured Matho, following him
nevertheless.
The apartment which they entered had nothing in it but a black
painting representing another woman. Her legs reached to the top of
the wall, and her body filled the entire ceiling; a huge egg hung by a
thread from her navel, and she fell head downwards upon the other
wall, reaching as far as the level of the pavement, which was touched
by her pointed fingers.
They drew a hanging aside, in order to go on further; but the wind
blew and the light went out.
Then they wandered about, lost in the complications of the
architecture. Suddenly they felt something strangely soft beneath
their feet. Sparks crackled and leaped; they were walking in fire.
Spendius touched the ground and perceived that it was carefully
carpeted with lynx skins; then it seemed to them that a big cord, wet,
cold, and viscous, was gliding between their legs. Through some
fissures cut in the wall there fell thin white rays, and they advanced
by this uncertain light. At last they distinguished a large black
serpent. It darted quickly away and disappeared.
"Let us fly!" exclaimed Matho. "It is she! I feel her; she is coming."
"No, no," replied Spendius, "the temple is empty."
Then a dazzling light made them lower their eyes. Next they perceived
all around them an infinite number of beasts, lean, panting, with
bristling claws, and mingled together one above another in a
mysterious and terrifying confusion. There were serpents with feet,
and bulls with wings, fishes with human heads were devouring fruit,
flowers were blooming in the jaws of crocodiles, and elephants with
uplifted trunks were sailing proudly through the azure like eagles.
Their incomplete or multiplied limbs were distended with terrible
exertion. As they thrust out their tongues they looked as though they
would fain give forth their souls; and every shape was to be found
among them as if the germ-receptacle had been suddenly hatched and had
burst, emptying itself upon the walls of the hall.
Round the latter were twelve globes of blue crystal, supported by
monsters resembling tigers. Their eyeballs were starting out of their
heads like those of snails, with their dumpy loins bent they were
turning round towards the background where the supreme Rabbet, the
Omnifecund, the last invented, shone splendid in a chariot of ivory.
She was covered with scales, feathers, flowers, and birds as high as
the waist. For earrings she had silver cymbals, which flapped against
her cheeks. Her large fixed eyes gazed upon you, and a luminous stone,
set in an obscene symbol on her brow, lighted the whole hall by its
reflection in red copper mirrors above the door.
Matho stood a step forward; but a flag stone yielded beneath his heels
and immediately the spheres began to revolve and the monsters to roar;
music rose melodious and pealing, like the harmony of the planets; the
tumultuous soul of Tanith was poured streaming forth. She was about to
arise, as lofty as the hall and with open arms. Suddenly the monsters
closed their jaws and the crystal globes revolved no more.
Then a mournful modulation lingered for a time through the air and at
last died away.
"And the veil?" said Spendius.
Nowhere could it be seen. Where was it to be found? How could it be
discovered? What if the priests had hidden it? Matho experienced
anguish of heart and felt as though he had been deceived in his
belief.
"This way!" whispered Spendius. An inspiration guided him. He drew
Matho behind Tanith's chariot, where a cleft a cubit wide ran down the
wall from top to bottom.
Then they penetrated into a small and completely circular room, so
lofty that it was like the interior of a pillar. In the centre there
was a big black stone, of semispherical shape like a tabourine; flames
were burning upon it; an ebony cone, bearing a head and two arms, rose
behind.
But beyond it seemed as though there were a cloud wherein were
twinkling stars; faces appeared in the depths of its folds--Eschmoun
with the Kabiri, some of the monsters that had already been seen, the
sacred beasts of the Babylonians, and others with which they were not
acquainted. It passed beneath the idol's face like a mantle, and
spread fully out was drawn up on the wall to which it was fastened by
the corners, appearing at once bluish as the night, yellow as the
dawn, purple as the sun, multitudinous, diaphanous, sparkling light.
It was the mantle of the goddess, the holy zaimph which might not be
seen.
Both turned pale.
"Take it!" said Matho at last.
Spendius did not hesitate, and leaning upon the idol he unfastened the
veil, which sank to the ground. Matho laid his hand upon it; then he
put his head through the opening, then he wrapped it about his body,
and he spread out his arms the better to view it.
"Let us go!" said Spendius.
Matho stood panting with his eyes fixed upon the pavement. Suddenly he
exclaimed:
"But what if I went to her? I fear her beauty no longer! What could
she do to me? I am now more than a man. I could pass through flames or
walk upon the sea! I am transported! Salammbo! Salammbo! I am your
master!"
His voice was like thunder. He seemed to Spendius to have grown taller
and transformed.
A sound of footsteps drew near, a door opened, and a man appeared, a
priest with lofty cap and staring eyes. Before he could make a gesture
Spendius had rushed upon him, and clasping him in his arms had buried
both his daggers in his sides. His head rang upon the pavement.
Then they stood for a while, as motionless as the corpse, listening.
Nothing could be heard but the murmuring of the wind through the half-
opened door.
The latter led into a narrow passage. Spendius advanced along it,
Matho followed him, and they found themselves almost immediately in
the third enclosure, between the lateral porticoes, in which were the
dwellings of the priests.
Behind the cells there must be a shorter way out. They hastened along.
Spendius squatted down at the edge of the fountain and washed his
bloodstained hands. The women slept. The emerald vine shone. They
resumed their advance.
But something was running behind them under the trees; and Matho, who
bore the veil, several times felt that it was being pulled very gently
from below. It was a large cynocephalus, one of those which dwelt at
liberty within the enclosure of the goddess. It clung to the mantle as
though it had been conscious of the theft. They did not dare to strike
it, however, fearing that it might redouble its cries; suddenly its
anger subsided, and it trotted close beside them swinging its body
with its long hanging arms. Then at the barrier it leaped at a bound
into a palm tree.
When they had left the last enclosure they directed their steps
towards Hamilcar's palace, Spendius understanding that it would be
useless to try to dissuade Matho.
They went by the street of the Tanners, the square of Muthumbal, the
green market and the crossways of Cynasyn. At the angle of a wall a
man drew back frightened by the sparkling thing which pierced the
darkness.
"Hide the zaimph!" said Spendius.
Other people passed them, but without perceiving them.
At last they recognised the houses of Megara.
The pharos, which was built behind them on the summit of the cliff,
lit up the heavens with a great red brightness, and the shadow of the
palace, with its rising terraces, projected a monstrous pyramid, as it
were, upon the gardens. They entered through the hedge of jujube-
trees, beating down the branches with blows of the dagger.
The traces of the feast of the Mercenaries were everywhere still
manifest. The parks were broken up, the trenches drained, the doors of
the ergastulum open. No one was to be seen about the kitchens or
cellars. They wondered at the silence, which was occasionally broken
by the hoarse breathing of the elephants moving in their shackles, and
the crepitation of the pharos, in which a pile of aloes was burning.
Matho, however, kept repeating:
"But where is she? I wish to see her! Lead me!"
"It is a piece of insanity!" Spendius kept saying. "She will call, her
slaves will run up, and in spite of your strength you will die!"
They reached thus the galley staircase. Matho raised his head, and
thought that he could perceive far above a vague brightness, radiant
and soft. Spendius sought to restrain him, but he dashed up the steps.
As he found himself again in places where he had already seen her, the
interval of the days that had passed was obliterated from his memory.
But now had she been singing among the tables; she had disappeared,
and he had since been continually ascending this staircase. The sky
above his head was covered with fires; the sea filled the horizon; at
each step he was surrounded by a still greater immensity, and he
continued to climb upward with that strange facility which we
experience in dreams.
The rustling of the veil as it brushed against the stones recalled his
new power to him; but in the excess of his hope he could no longer
tell what he was to do; this uncertainty alarmed him.
From time to time he would press his face against the quadrangular
openings in the closed apartments, and he thought that in several of
the latter he could see persons asleep.
The last story, which was narrower, formed a sort of dado on the
summit of the terraces. Matho walked round it slowly.
A milky light filled the sheets of talc which closed the little
apertures in the wall, and in their symmetrical arrangement they
looked in the darkness like rows of delicate pearls. He recognised the
red door with the black cross. The throbbing of his heart increased.
He would fain have fled. He pushed the door and it opened.
A galley-shaped lamp hung burning in the back part of the room, and
three rays, emitted from its silver keel, trembled on the lofty
wainscots, which were painted red with black bands. The ceiling was an
assemblage of small beams, with amethysts and topazes amid their
gilding in the knots of the wood. On both the great sides of the
apartment there stretched a very low bed made with white leathern
straps; while above, semi-circles like shells, opened in the thickness
of the wall, suffered a garment to come out and hang down to the
ground.
There was an oval basin with a step of onyx round it; delicate
slippers of serpent skin were standing on the edge, together with an
alabaster flagon. The trace of a wet footstep might be seen beyond.
Exquisite scents were evaporating.
Matho glided over the pavement, which was encrusted with gold, mother-
of-pearl, and glass; and, in spite of the polished smoothness of the
ground, it seemed to him that his feet sank as though he were walking
on sand.
Behind the silver lamp he had perceived a large square of azure held
in the air by four cords from above, and he advanced with loins bent
and mouth open.
Flamingoes' wings, fitted on branches of black coral, lay about among
purple cushions, tortoiseshell strigils, cedar boxes, and ivory
spatulas. There were antelopes' horns with rings and bracelets strung
upon them; and clay vases were cooling in the wind in the cleft of the
wall with a lattice-work of reeds. Several times he struck his foot,
for the ground had various levels of unequal height, which formed a
succession of apartments, as it were, in the room. In the background
there were silver balustrades surrounding a carpet strewn with painted
flowers. At last he came to the hanging bed beside an ebony stool
serving to get into it.
But the light ceased at the edge;--and the shadow, like a great
curtain, revealed only a corner of the red mattress with the extremity
of a little naked foot lying upon its ankle. Then Matho took up the
lamp very gently.
She was sleeping with her cheek in one hand and with the other arm
extended. Her ringlets were spread about her in such abundance that
she appeared to be lying on black feathers, and her ample white tunic
wound in soft draperies to her feet following the curves of her
person. Her eyes were just visible beneath her half-closed eyelids.
The curtains, which stretched perpendicularly, enveloped her in a
bluish atmosphere, and the motion of her breathing, communicating
itself to the cords, seemed to rock her in the air. A long mosquito
was buzzing.
Matho stood motionless holding the silver lamp at arm's length; but on
a sudden the mosquito-net caught fire and disappeared, and Salammbo
awoke.
The fire had gone out of itself. She did not speak. The lamp caused
great luminous moires to flicker on the wainscots.
"What is it?" she said.
He replied:
"'Tis the veil of the goddess!"
"The veil of the goddess!" cried Salammbo, and supporting herself on
both clenched hands she leaned shuddering out. He resumed:
"I have been in the depths of the sanctuary to seek it for you! Look!"
The Zaimph shone a mass of rays.
"Do you remember it?" said Matho. "You appeared at night in my dreams,
but I did not guess the mute command of your eyes!" She put out one
foot upon the ebony stool. "Had I understood I should have hastened
hither, I should have forsaken the army, I should not have left
Carthage. To obey you I would go down through the caverns of
Hadrumetum into the kingdom of the shades!--Forgive me! it was as
though mountains were weighing upon my days; and yet something drew me
on! I tried to come to you! Should I ever have dared this without the
Gods!--Let us go! You must follow me! or, if you do not wish to do so,
I will remain. What matters it to me!--Drown my soul in your breath!
Let my lips be crushed with kissing your hands!"
"Let me see it!" she said. "Nearer! nearer!"
Day was breaking, and the sheets of talc in the walls were filled with
a vinous colour. Salammbo leaned fainting against the cushions of the
bed.
"I love you!" cried Matho.
"Give it!" she stammered out, and they drew closer together.
She kept advancing, clothed in her white trailing simar, and with her
large eyes fastened on the veil. Matho gazed at her, dazzled by the
splendours of her head, and, holding out the zaimph towards her, was
about to enfold her in an embrace. She was stretching out her arms.
Suddenly she stopped, and they stood looking at each other, open-
mouthed.
Then without understanding the meaning of his solicitation a horror
seized upon her. Her delicate eyebrows rose, her lips opened; she
trembled. At last she struck one of the brass pateras which hung at
the corners of the red mattress, crying:
"To the rescue! to the rescue! Back, sacrilegious man! infamous and
accursed! Help, Taanach, Kroum, Ewa, Micipsa, Schaoul!"
And the scared face of Spendius, appearing in the wall between the
clay flagons, cried out these words:
"Fly! they are hastening hither!"
A great tumult came upwards shaking the staircases, and a flood of
people, women, serving-men, and slaves, rushed into the room with
stakes, tomahawks, cutlasses, and daggers. They were nearly paralysed
with indignation on perceiving a man; the female servants uttered
funeral wailings, and the eunuchs grew pale beneath their black skins.
Matho was standing behind the balustrades. With the zaimph which was
wrapped about him, he looked like a sidereal god surrounded by the
firmament. The slaves were going to fall upon him, but she stopped
them:
"Touch it not! It is the mantle of the goddess!"
She had drawn back into a corner; but she took a step towards him, and
stretched forth her naked arm:
"A curse upon you, you who have plundered Tanith! Hatred, vengeance,
massacre, and grief! May Gurzil, god of battles, rend you! may
Mastiman, god of the dead, stifle you! and may the Other--he who may
not be named--burn you!"
Matho uttered a cry as though he had received a sword-thrust. She
repeated several times: "Begone! begone!"
The crowd of servants spread out, and Matho, with hanging head, passed
slowly through the midst of them; but at the door he stopped, for the
fringe of the zaimph had caught on one of the golden stars with which
the flagstones were paved. He pulled it off abruptly with a movement
of his shoulder and went down the staircases.
Spendius, bounding from terrace to terrace, and leaping over the
hedges and trenches, had escaped from the gardens. He reached the foot
of the pharos. The wall was discontinued at this spot, so inaccessible
was the cliff. He advanced to the edge, lay down on his back, and let
himself slide, feet foremost, down the whole length of it to the
bottom; then by swimming he reached the Cape of the Tombs, made a wide
circuit of the salt lagoon, and re-entered the camp of the Barbarians
in the evening.
The sun had risen; and, like a retreating lion, Matho went down the
paths, casting terrible glances about him.
A vague clamour reached his ears. It had started from the palace, and
it was beginning afresh in the distance, towards the Acropolis. Some
said that the treasure of the Republic had been seized in the temple
of Moloch; others spoke of the assassination of a priest. It was
thought, moreover, that the Barbarians had entered the city.
Matho, who did not know how to get out of the enclosures, walked
straight before him. He was seen, and an outcry was raised. Every one
understood; and there was consternation, then immense wrath.
From the bottom of the Mappalian quarter, from the heights of the
Acropolis, from the catacombs, from the borders of the lake, the
multitude came in haste. The patricians left their palaces, and the
traders left their shops; the women forsook their children; swords,
hatchets, and sticks were seized; but the obstacle which had stayed
Salammbo stayed them. How could the veil be taken back? The mere sight
of it was a crime; it was of the nature of the gods, and contact with
it was death.
The despairing priests wrung their hands on the peristyles of the
temples. The guards of the Legion galloped about at random; the people
climbed upon the houses, the terraces, the shoulders of the
colossuses, and the masts of the ships. He went on, nevertheless, and
the rage, and the terror also, increased at each of his steps; the
streets cleared at his approach, and the torrent of flying men
streamed on both sides up to the tops of the walls. Everywhere he
could perceive only eyes opened widely as if to devour him, chattering
teeth and outstretched fists, and Salammbo's imprecations resounded
many times renewed.
Suddenly a long arrow whizzed past, then another, and stones began to
buzz about him; but the missiles, being badly aimed (for there was the
dread of hitting the zaimph), passed over his head. Moreover, he made
a shield of the veil, holding it to the right, to the left, before him
and behind him; and they could devise no expedient. He quickened his
steps more and more, advancing through the open streets. They were
barred with cords, chariots, and snares; and all his windings brought
him back again. At last he entered the square of Khamon where the
Balearians had perished, and stopped, growing pale as one about to
die. This time he was surely lost, and the multitude clapped their
hands.
He ran up to the great gate, which was closed. It was very high, made
throughout of heart of oak, with iron nails and sheathed with brass.
Matho flung himself against it. The people stamped their feet with joy
when they saw the impotence of his fury; then he took his sandal, spit
upon it, and beat the immovable panels with it. The whole city howled.
The veil was forgotten now, and they were about to crush him. Matho
gazed with wide vacant eyes upon the crowd. His temples were throbbing
with violence enough to stun him, and he felt a numbness as of
intoxication creeping over him. Suddenly he caught sight of the long
chain used in working the swinging of the gate. With a bound he
grasped it, stiffening his arms, and making a buttress of his feet,
and at last the huge leaves partly opened.
Then when he was outside he took the great zaimph from his neck, and
raised it as high as possible above his head. The material, upborne by
the sea breeze, shone in the sunlight with its colours, its gems, and
the figures of its gods. Matho bore it thus across the whole plain as
far as the soldiers' tents, and the people on the walls watched the
fortune of Carthage depart.
