IN THE TENT
The man who guided Salammbo made her ascend again beyond the pharos in the direction of the Catacombs, and then go down the long suburb of Molouya, which was full of steep lanes.The sky was beginning to grow grey.Sometimes palm-wood beams jutting out from the walls obliged them to bend their heads.The two horses which were at the walk would often slip; and thus they reached the Teveste gate.
Its heavy leaves were half open; they passed through, and it closed behind them.
At first they followed the foot of the ramparts for a time, and at the height of the cisterns they took their way along the Taenia, a narrow strip of yellow earth separating the gulf from the lake and extending as far as Rhades.
No one was to be seen around Carthage, whether on the sea or in the country.The slate-coloured waves chopped softly, and the light wind blowing their foam hither and thither spotted them with white rents.
In spite of all her veils, Salammbo shivered in the freshness of the morning; the motion and the open air dazed her.Then the sun rose; it preyed on the back of her head, and she involuntarily dozed a little.
The two animals rambled along side by side, their feet sinking into the silent sand.
When they had passed the mountain of the Hot Springs, they went on at a more rapid rate, the ground being firmer.
But although it was the season for sowing and ploughing, the fields were as empty as the desert as far as the eye could reach.Here and there were scattered heaps of corn; at other places the barley was shedding its reddened ears.The villages showed black upon the clear horizon, with shapes incoherently carved.
From time to time a half-calcined piece of wall would be found standing on the edge of the road.The roofs of the cottages were falling in, and in the interiors might be distinguished fragments of pottery, rags of clothing, and all kinds of unrecognisable utensils and broken things.Often a creature clothed in tatters, with earthy face and flaming eyes would emerge from these ruins.But he would very quickly begin to run or would disappear into a hole.Salammbo and her guide did not stop.
Deserted plains succeeded one another.Charcoal dust which was raised by their feet behind them, stretched in unequal trails over large spaces of perfectly white soil.Sometimes they came upon little peaceful spots, where a brook flowed amid the long grass; and as they ascended the other bank Salammbo would pluck damp leaves to cool her hands.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.
With extreme precaution he now went on foot beside her and between the horses; he would whip the animals with the end of a leathern lace wound round his arm, or would perhaps take balls made of wheat, dates, and yolks of eggs wrapped in lotus leaves from a scrip hanging against his breast, and offer them to Salammbo without speaking, and running all the time.
In the middle of the day three Barbarians clad in animals' skins crossed their path.By degrees others appeared wandering in troops of ten, twelve, or twenty-five men; many were driving goats or a limping cow.Their heavy sticks bristled with brass points; cutlasses gleamed in their clothes, which were savagely dirty, and they opened their eyes with a look of menace and amazement.As they passed some sent them a vulgar benediction; others obscene jests, and Schahabarim's man replied to each in his own idiom.He told them that this was a sick youth going to be cured at a distant temple.
However, the day was closing in.Barkings were heard, and they approached them.
Then in the twilight they perceived an enclosure of dry stones shutting in a rambling edifice.A dog was running along the top of the wall.The slave threw some pebbles at him and they entered a lofty vaulted hall.
A woman was crouching in the centre warming herself at a fire of brushwood, the smoke of which escaped through the holes in the ceiling.She was half hidden by her white hair which fell to her knees; and unwilling to answer, she muttered with idiotic look words of vengeance against the Barbarians and the Carthaginians.
The runner ferreted right and left.Then he returned to her and demanded something to eat.The old woman shook her head, and murmured with her eyes fixed upon the charcoal:
"I was the hand.The ten fingers are cut off.The mouth eats no more."The slave showed her a handful of gold pieces.She rushed upon them, but soon resumed her immobility.
At last he placed a dagger which he had in his girdle beneath her throat.Then, trembling, she went and raised a large stone, and brought back an amphora of wine with fish from Hippo-Zarytus preserved in honey.
Salammbo turned away from this unclean food, and fell asleep on the horses' caparisons which were spread in a corner of the hall.
He awoke her before daylight.
The dog was howling.The slave went up to it quietly, and struck off its head with a single blow of his dagger.Then he rubbed the horses'
nostrils with blood to revive them.The old woman cast a malediction at him from behind.Salammbo perceived this, and pressed the amulet which she wore above her heart.
They resumed their journey.
From time to time she asked whether they would not arrive soon.The road undulated over little hills.Nothing was to be heard but the grating of the grasshoppers.The sun heated the yellowed grass; the ground was all chinked with crevices which in dividing formed, as it were, monstrous paving-stones.Sometimes a viper passed, or eagles flew by; the slave still continued running.Salammbo mused beneath her veils, and in spite of the heat did not lay them aside through fear of soiling her beautiful garments.
At regular distances stood towers built by the Carthaginians for the purpose of keeping watch upon the tribes.They entered these for the sake of the shade, and then set out again.
