He scanned her, however, with such harsh attention, that Salammbo was troubled and stammered out:
"They have told you, O Master!"
"Yes! I know!" said Hamilcar in a low voice.
Was this a confession, or was she speaking of the Barbarians? And he added a few vague words upon the public embarrassments which he hoped by his sole efforts to clear away.
"O father!" exclaimed Salammbo, "you will not obliterate what is irreparable!"Then he drew back and Salammbo was astonished at his amazement; for she was not thinking of Carthage but of the sacrilege in which she found herself implicated.This man, who made legions tremble and whom she hardly knew, terrified her like a god; he had guessed, he knew all, something awful was about to happen."Pardon!" she cried.
Hamilcar slowly bowed his head.
Although she wished to accuse herself she dared not open her lips; and yet she felt stifled with the need of complaining and being comforted.
Hamilcar was struggling against a longing to break his oath.He kept it out of pride or from the dread of putting an end to his uncertainty; and he looked into her face with all his might so as to lay hold on what she kept concealed at the bottom of her heart.
By degrees the panting Salammbo, crushed by such heavy looks, let her head sink below her shoulders.He was now sure that she had erred in the embrace of a Barbarian; he shuddered and raised both his fists.
She uttered a shriek and fell down among her women, who crowded around her.
Hamilcar turned on his heel.All the stewards followed him.
The door of the emporiums was opened, and he entered a vast round hall form which long passages leading to other halls branched off like the spokes from the nave of a wheel.A stone disc stood in the centre with balustrades to support the cushions that were heaped up upon carpets.
The Suffet walked at first with rapid strides; he breathed noisily, he struck the ground with his heel, and drew his hand across his forehead like a man annoyed by flies.But he shook his head, and as he perceived the accumulation of his riches he became calm; his thoughts, which were attracted by the vistas in the passages, wandered to the other halls that were full of still rarer treasures.Bronze plates, silver ingots, and iron bars alternated with pigs of tin brought from the Cassiterides over the Dark Sea; gums from the country of the Blacks were running over their bags of palm bark; and gold dust heaped up in leathern bottles was insensibly creeping out through the worn-out seams.Delicate filaments drawn from marine plants hung amid flax from Egypt, Greece, Taprobane and Judaea; mandrepores bristled like large bushes at the foot of the walls; and an indefinable odour--the exhalation from perfumes, leather, spices, and ostrich feathers, the latter tied in great bunches at the very top of the vault--floated through the air.An arch was formed above the door before each passage with elephants' teeth placed upright and meeting together at the points.
At last he ascended the stone disc.All the stewards stood with arms folded and heads bent while Abdalonim reared his pointed mitre with a haughty air.
Hamilcar questioned the Chief of the Ships.He was an old pilot with eyelids chafed by the wind, and white locks fell to his hips as if dashing foam of the tempests had remained on his beard.
He replied that he had sent a fleet by Gades and Thymiamata to try to reach Eziongaber by doubling the Southern Horn and the promontory of Aromata.
Others had advanced continuously towards the west for four moons without meeting with any shore; but the ships prows became entangled in weeds, the horizon echoed continually with the noise of cataracts, blood-coloured mists darkened the sun, a perfume-laden breeze lulled the crews to sleep; and their memories were so disturbed that they were now unable to tell anything.However, expeditions had ascended the rivers of the Scythians, had made their way into Colchis, and into the countries of the Jugrians and of the Estians, had carried off fifteen hundred maidens in the Archipelago, and sunk all the strange vessels sailing beyond Cape Oestrymon, so that the secret of the routes should not be known.King Ptolemaeus was detaining the incense from Schesbar; Syracuse, Elathia, Corsica, and the islands had furnished nothing, and the old pilot lowered his voice to announce that a trireme was taken at Rusicada by the Numidians,--"for they are with them, Master."Hamilcar knit his brows; then he signed to the Chief of the Journeys to speak.This functionary was enveloped in a brown, ungirdled robe, and had his head covered with a long scarf of white stuff which passed along the edge of his lips and fell upon his shoulder behind.
The caravans had set out regularly at the winter equinox.But of fifteen hundred men directing their course towards the extreme boundaries of Ethiopia with excellent camels, new leathern bottles, and supplies of painted cloth, but one had reappeared at Carthage--the rest having died of fatigue or become mad through the terror of the desert;--and he said that far beyond the Black Harousch, after passing the Atarantes and the country of the great apes, he had seen immense kingdoms, wherein the pettiest utensils were all of gold, a river of the colour of milk and as broad as the sea, forests of blue trees, hills of aromatics, monsters with human faces vegetating on the rocks with eyeballs which expanded like flowers to look at you; and then crystal mountains supporting the sun behind lakes all covered with dragons.Others had returned from India with peacocks, pepper, and new textures.As to those who go by way of the Syrtes and the temple of Ammon to purchase chalcedony, they had no doubt perished in the sands.
The caravans from Gaetulia and Phazzana had furnished their usual supplies; but he, the Chief of the Journeys, did not venture to fit one out just now.
