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.
