He kissed both thumbs in token of alliance, showing nothing of the anger which he had experienced at the drunkenness of the feast; then he spoke at length against Carthage, but did not say what brought him among the Barbarians.
"Was it to betray them, or else the Republic?" Spendius asked himself;and as he expected to profit by every disorder, he felt grateful to Narr' Havas for the future perfidies of which he suspected him.
The chief of the Numidians remained amongst the Mercenaries.He appeared desirous of attaching Matho to himself.He sent him fat goats, gold dust, and ostrich feathers.The Libyan, who was amazed at such caresses, was in doubt whether to respond to them or to become exasperated at them.But Spendius pacified him, and Matho allowed himself to be ruled by the slave, remaining ever irresolute and in an unconquerable torpor, like those who have once taken a draught of which they are to die.
One morning when all three went out lion-hunting, Narr' Havas concealed a dagger in his cloak.Spendius kept continually behind him, and when they returned the dagger had not been drawn.
Another time Narr' Havas took them a long way off, as far as the boundaries of his kingdom.They came to a narrow gorge, and Narr'
Havas smiled as he declared that he had forgotten the way.Spendius found it again.
But most frequently Matho would go off at sunrise, as melancholy as an augur, to wander about the country.He would stretch himself on the sand, and remain there motionless until the evening.
He consulted all the soothsayers in the army one after the other,--those who watch the trail of serpents, those who read the stars, and those who breathe upon the ashes of the dead.He swallowed galbanum, seseli, and viper's venom which freezes the heart; Negro women, singing barbarous words in the moonlight, pricked the skin of his forehead with golden stylets; he loaded himself with necklaces and charms; he invoked in turn Baal-Khamon, Moloch, the seven Kabiri, Tanith, and the Venus of the Greeks.He engraved a name upon a copper plate, and buried it in the sand at the threshold of his tent.
Spendius used to hear him groaning and talking to himself.
One night he went in.
Matho, as naked as a corpse, was lying on a lion's skin flat on his stomach, with his face in both his hands; a hanging lamp lit up his armour, which was hooked on to the tent-pole above his head.
"You are suffering?" said the slave to him."What is the matter with you? Answer me?" And he shook him by the shoulder calling him several times, "Master! master!"At last Matho lifted large troubled eyes towards him.
"Listen!" he said in a low voice, and with a finger on his lips."It is the wrath of the Gods! Hamilcar's daughter pursues me! I am afraid of her, Spendius!" He pressed himself close against his breast like a child terrified by a phantom."Speak to me! I am sick! I want to get well! I have tried everything! But you, you perhaps know some stronger gods, or some resistless invocation?""For what purpose?" asked Spendius.
Striking his head with both his fists, he replied:
"To rid me of her!"
Then speaking to himself with long pauses he said:
"I am no doubt the victim of some holocaust which she has promised to the gods?--She holds me fast by a chain which people cannot see.If Iwalk, it is she that is advancing; when I stop, she is resting! Her eyes burn me, I hear her voice.She encompasses me, she penetrates me.
It seems to me that she has become my soul!
"And yet between us there are, as it were, the invisible billows of a boundless ocean! She is far away and quite inaccessible! The splendour of her beauty forms a cloud of light around her, and at times I think that I have never seen her--that she does not exist--and that it is all a dream!"Matho wept thus in the darkness; the Barbarians were sleeping.
Spendius, as he looked at him, recalled the young men who once used to entreat him with golden cases in their hands, when he led his herd of courtesans through the towns; a feeling of pity moved him, and he said--"Be strong, my master! Summon your will, and beseech the gods no more, for they turn not aside at the cries of men! Weeping like a coward!
And you are not humiliated that a woman can cause you so much suffering?""Am I a child?" said Matho."Do you think that I am moved by their faces and songs? We kept them at Drepanum to sweep out our stables.Ihave embraced them amid assaults, beneath falling ceilings, and while the catapult was still vibrating!--But she, Spendius, she!--"The slave interrupted him:
"If she were not Hanno's daughter--"
"No!" cried Matho."She has nothing in common with the daughters of other men! Have you seen her great eyes beneath her great eyebrows, like suns beneath triumphal arches? Think: when she appeared all the torches grew pale.Her naked breast shone here and there through the diamonds of her necklace; behind her you perceived as it were the odour of a temple, and her whole being emitted something that was sweeter than wine and more terrible than death.She walked, however, and then she stopped."He remained gaping with his head cast down and his eyeballs fixed.
"But I want her! I need her! I am dying for her! I am transported with frenzied joy at the thought of clasping her in my arms, and yet I hate her, Spendius! I should like to beat her! What is to be done? I have a mind to sell myself and become her slave! YOU have been that! You were able to get sight of her; speak to me of her! Every night she ascends to the terrace of her palace, does she not? Ah! the stones must quiver beneath her sandals, and the stars bend down to see her!"He fell back in a perfect frenzy, with a rattling in his throat like a wounded bull.
Then Matho sang: "He pursued into the forest the female monster, whose tail undulated over the dead leaves like a silver brook." And with lingering tones he imitated Salammbo's voice, while his outspread hands were held like two light hands on the strings of a lyre.
