The heats of the month of Eloul, which were excessive in that year, were another calamity.  Sickening smells rose from the borders of the Lake, and were wafted through the air together with the fumes of the aromatics that eddied at the corners of the streets.  The sounds of hymns were constantly heard.  Crowds of people occupied the staircases of the temples; all the walls were covered with black veils; tapers burnt on the brows of the Pataec Gods, and the blood of camels slain for sacrifice ran along the flights of stairs forming red cascades upon the steps.  Carthage was agitated with funereal delirium.  From the depths of the narrowest lanes, and the blackest dens, there issued pale faces, men with viper-like profiles and grinding their teeth.  The houses were filled with the women’s piercing shrieks, which, escaping through the gratings, caused those who stood talking in the squares to turn round.  Sometimes it was thought that the Barbarians were arriving; they had been seen behind the mountain of the Hot Springs; they were encamped at Tunis; and the voices would multiply and swell, and be blended into one single clamour.  Then universal silence would reign, some remaining where they had climbed upon the frontals of the buildings, screening their eyes with their open hand, while the rest lay flat on their faces at the foot of the ramparts straining their ears.  When their terror had passed off their anger would begin again.  But the conviction of their own impotence would soon sink them into the same sadness as before.

It increased every evening when all ascended the terraces, and bowing down nine times uttered a loud cry in salutation of the sun, as it sank slowly behind the lagoon, and then suddenly disappeared among the mountains in the direction of the Barbarians.

They were waiting for the thrice holy festival when, from the summit of a funeral pile, an eagle flew heavenwards as a symbol of the resurrection of the year, and a message from the people to their Baal; they regarded it as a sort of union, a method of connecting themselves with the might of the Sun.  Moreover, filled as they now were with hatred, they turned frankly towards homicidal Moloch, and all forsook Tanith.  In fact, Rabetna, having lost her veil, was as if she had been despoiled of part of her virtue.  She denied the beneficence of her waters, she had abandoned Carthage; she was a deserter, an enemy.  Some threw stones at her to insult her.  But many pitied her while they inveighed against her; she was still beloved, and perhaps more deeply than she had been.

All their misfortunes came, therefore, from the loss of the zaimph.  Salammbo had indirectly participated in it; she was included in the same ill will; she must be punished.  A vague idea of immolation spread among the people.  To appease the Baalim it was without doubt necessary to offer them something of incalculable worth, a being handsome, young, virgin, of old family, a descendant of the gods, a human star.  Every day the gardens of Megara were invaded by strange men; the slaves, trembling on their own account, dared not resist them.  Nevertheless, they did not pass beyond the galley staircase.  They remained below with their eyes raised to the highest terrace; they were waiting for Salammbo, and they would cry out for hours against her like dogs baying at the moon.