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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.
He accused her of being the cause of the war. Matho, according to him, was besieging Carthage to recover the zaimph; and he poured out imprecations and sarcasms upon this Barbarian who pretended to the possession of holy things. Yet it was not this that the priest wished to say. But just now Salammbo felt no terror of him. The anguish which she used formerly to suffer had left her.
This generosity astonished the Barbarians; some were terrified by it, and Matho regretted that the emissary had not been killed.
He was afraid of offending Moloch by worshipping Aptouknos, the god of the Libyans, and he timidly asked Spendius to which of the gods it would be advisable to sacrifice a man. "Keep on sacrificing!" laughed Spendius. Matho, who could not understand such indifference, suspected the Greek of having a genius of whom he did not speak.
Forward! The Suffet is going to escape us! But your knees are tottering, and you are looking at me like a drunken man!" He stamped with impatience and urged Matho, his eyes twinkling as at the approach of an object long aimed at. "Ah! we have reached it! We are there! I have them!"
Then he raised both his empty hands towards heaven, closed his eyes, and, opening out his arms like a man throwing himself from the summit of a promontory into the sea, hurled himself among the pikes. They moved away before him. Several times he ran against the Carthaginians. But they always drew back and turned their weapons aside. His foot struck against a sword. Matho tried to seize it.
And you are not humiliated that a woman can cause you so much suffering?" "Am I a child?" said Matho. "Do you think that I am moved by their faces and songs? We kept them at Drepanum to sweep out our stables. I have embraced them amid assaults, beneath falling ceilings, and while the catapult was still vibrating! But she, Spendius, she!
They envenomed the wounds by pouring into them dust, vinegar, and fragments of pottery; others waited behind; blood flowed, and they rejoiced like vintagers round fuming vats. Matho, however, was seated on the ground, at the very place where he had happened to be when the battle ended, his elbows on his knees, and his temples in his hands; he saw nothing, heard nothing, and had ceased to think.
This young man, with his gentle voice and feminine figure, captivated her eyes by the grace of his person, and seemed to her like an elder sister sent by the Baals to protect her. The recollection of Matho came upon her, nor did she resist the desire to learn what had become of him. Narr' Havas replied that the Carthaginians were advancing towards Tunis to take it.
Matho frequently went off to speak with Spendius; then he would again place himself in front of the Suffet, and Gisco could feel his eyes continually like two flaming phalaricas darted against him. Several times they hurled reproaches at each other over the heads of the crowd, but without making themselves heard.
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