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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.
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.
"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, standing motionless with eyes cast down.
At the corner of a wood of rose-bays her horse shied violently at the corpse of a man which lay extended on the ground. The slave immediately settled her again on the cushions. He was one of the servants of the Temple, a man whom Schahabarim used to employ on perilous missions.
The crowd, terrified by this act of apostasy, uttered a lengthened murmur. It was felt that the last tie which bound their souls to a merciful divinity was breaking. But owing to his mutilation, Schahabarim could take no part in the cult of the Baal.
But he would either remain perfectly silent, gazing at her with fixed eyeballs, or else would be lavish of words, and the reproaches that he uttered were harder than ever. With inconceivable inconsistency he could not forgive the young girl for carrying out his commands; Schahabarim had guessed all, and this haunting thought revived the jealousies of his impotence.
Her temples were ringing, she could see fiery circles revolving, and in her stupor she had lost the understanding of all things save one, that she was certainly going to die soon. But if Rabbetna triumphed, if the zaimph were restored and Carthage delivered, what mattered a woman's life? thought Schahabarim. Moreover, she would perhaps obtain the veil and not perish.
Schahabarim walked on, giving no reply, and, traversing the whole enclosure with deliberation, reached the legs of the colossus; then, spreading out both arms, he touched it on both sides, which was a solemn form of adoration. For a long time Rabbet had been torturing him, and in despair, or perhaps for lack of a god that completely satisfied his ideas, he had at last decided for this one.
Matho did not hear it; but he felt so furious and cruel a look entering his heart that he uttered a roar. He hurled his long axe at him; some people threw themselves upon Schahabarim; and Matho seeing him no more fell back exhausted. A terrible creaking drew near, mingled with the rhythm of hoarse voices singing together. It was the great helepolis surrounded by a crowd of soldiers.
Schahabarim and Salammbo went out quickly, and gazed from the top of the galley staircase. There were people in the square of Khamon shouting for arms. The Ancients would not provide them, esteeming such an effort useless; others who had set out without a general had been massacred.
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