Then the Garamantians began to prowl slowly round about them.They were men accustomed to existence in solitude, and they reverenced no god.At last the oldest of the band made a sign, and bending over the corpses they cut strips from them with their knives, then squatted upon their heels and ate.The rest looked on from a distance; they uttered cries of horror;--many, nevertheless, being, at the bottom of their souls, jealous of such courage.
In the middle of the night some of these approached, and, dissembling their eagerness, asked for a small mouthful, merely to try, they said.
Bolder ones came up; their number increased; there was soon a crowd.
But almost all of them let their hands fall on feeling the cold flesh on the edge of their lips; others, on the contrary, devoured it with delight.
That they might be led away by example, they urged one another on mutually.Such as had at first refused went to see the Garamantians, and returned no more.They cooked the pieces on coals at the point of the sword; they salted them with dust, and contended for the best morsels.When nothing was left of the three corpses, their eyes ranged over the whole plain to find others.
But were they not in possession of Carthaginians--twenty captives taken in the last encounter, whom no one had noticed up to the present? These disappeared; moreover, it was an act of vengeance.
Then, as they must live, as the taste for this food had become developed, and as they were dying, they cut the throats of the water-carriers, grooms, and all the serving-men belonging to the Mercenaries.They killed some of them every day.Some ate much, recovered strength, and were sad no more.
Soon this resource failed.Then the longing was directed to the wounded and sick.Since they could not recover, it was as well to release them from their tortures; and, as soon as a man began to stagger, all exclaimed that he was now lost, and ought to be made use of for the rest.Artifices were employed to accelerate their death;the last remnant of their foul portion was stolen from them; they were trodden on as though by inadvertence; those in the last throes wishing to make believe that they were strong, strove to stretch out their arms, to rise, to laugh.Men who had swooned came to themselves at the touch of a notched blade sawing off a limb;--and they still slew, ferociously and needlessly, to sate their fury.
A mist heavy and warm, such as comes in those regions at the end of winter, sank on the fourteenth day upon the army.This change of temperature brought numerous deaths with it, and corruption was developed with frightful rapidity in the warm dampness which was kept in by the sides of the mountain.The drizzle that fell upon the corpses softened them, and soon made the plain one broad tract of rottenness.Whitish vapours floated overhead; they pricked the nostrils, penetrated the skin, and troubled the sight; and the Barbarians thought that through the exhalations of the breath they could see the souls of their companions.They were overwhelmed with immense disgust.They wished for nothing more; they preferred to die.
Two days afterwards the weather became fine again, and hunger seized them once more.It seemed to them that their stomachs were being wrenched from them with tongs.Then they rolled about in convulsions, flung handfuls of dust into their mouths, bit their arms, and burst into frantic laughter.
They were still more tormented by thirst, for they had not a drop of water, the leathern bottles having been completely dried up since the ninth day.To cheat their need they applied their tongues to the metal plates on their waist-belts, their ivory pommels, and the steel of their swords.Some former caravan-leaders tightened their waists with ropes.Others sucked a pebble.They drank urine cooled in their brazen helmets.
And they still expected the army from Tunis! The length of time which it took in coming was, according to their conjectures, an assurance of its early arrival.Besides, Matho, who was a brave fellow, would not desert them."'Twill be to-morrow!" they would say to one another; and then to-morrow would pass.
At the beginning they had offered up prayers and vows, and practised all kinds of incantations.Just now their only feeling to their divinities was one of hatred, and they strove to revenge themselves by believing in them no more.
Men of violent disposition perished first; the Africans held out better than the Gauls.Zarxas lay stretched at full length among the Balearians, his hair over his arm, inert.Spendius found a plant with broad leaves filled abundantly with juice, and after declaring that it was poisonous, so as to keep off the rest, he fed himself upon it.
They were too weak to knock down the flying crows with stones.
Sometimes when a gypaetus was perched on a corpse, and had been mangling it for a long time, a man would set himself to crawl towards it with a javelin between his teeth.He would support himself with one hand, and after taking a good aim, throw his weapon.The white-feathered creature, disturbed by the noise, would desist and look about in tranquil fashion like a cormorant on a rock, and would then again thrust in its hideous, yellow beak, while the man, in despair, would fall flat on his face in the dust.Some succeeded in discovering chameleons and serpents.But it was the love of life that kept them alive.They directed their souls to this idea exclusively, and clung to existence by an effort of the will that prolonged it.
The most stoical kept close to one another, seated in a circle here and there, among the dead in the middle of the plain; and wrapped in their cloaks they gave themselves up silently to their sadness.
