“Ah! sacrilegious one!  May you be accursed! accursed! accursed!”

Salammbo had drawn back the canvas; she held it raised at arm’s length, and without answering him she looked in the direction of Hamilcar.

“It is this way, is it not?” she said.

“What matters it to you?  Turn away!  Begone!  Rather crush your face against the earth!  It is a holy spot which would be polluted by your gaze!”

She threw the zaimph about her waist, and quickly picked up her veils, mantle, and scarf.  “I hasten thither!” she cried; and making her escape Salammbo disappeared.

At first she walked through the darkness without meeting any one, for all were betaking themselves to the fire; the uproar was increasing and great flames purpled the sky behind; a long terrace stopped her.

She turned round to right and left at random, seeking for a ladder, a rope, a stone, something in short to assist her.  She was afraid of Gisco, and it seemed to her that shouts and footsteps were pursuing her.  Day was beginning to break.  She perceived a path in the thickness of the entrenchment.  She took the hem of her robe, which impeded her, in her teeth, and in three bounds she was on the platform.

A sonorous shout burst forth beneath her in the shade, the same which she had heard at the foot of the galley staircase, and leaning over she recognised Schahabarim’s man with his coupled horses.

He had wandered all night between the two entrenchments; then disquieted by the fire, he had gone back again trying to see what was passing in Matho’s camp; and, knowing that this spot was nearest to his tent, he had not stirred from it, in obedience to the priest’s command.

He stood up on one of the horses.  Salammbo let herself slide down to him; and they fled at full gallop, circling the Punic camp in search of a gate.

Matho had re-entered his tent.  The smoky lamp gave but little light, and he also believed that Salammbo was asleep.  Then he delicately touched the lion’s skin on the palm-tree bed.  He called but she did not answer; he quickly tore away a strip of the canvas to let in some light; the zaimph was gone.

The earth trembled beneath thronging feet.  Shouts, neighings, and clashing of armour rose in the air, and clarion flourishes sounded the charge.  It was as though a hurricane were whirling around him.  Immoderate frenzy made him leap upon his arms, and he dashed outside.

The long files of the Barbarians were descending the mountain at a run, and the Punic squares were advancing against them with a heavy and regular oscillation.  The mist, rent by the rays of the sun, formed little rocking clouds which as they rose gradually discovered standards, helmets, and points of pikes.  Beneath the rapid evolutions portions of the earth which were still in the shadow seemed to be displaced bodily; in other places it looked as if huge torrents were crossing one another, while thorny masses stood motionless between them.  Matho could distinguish the captains, soldiers, heralds, and even the serving-men, who were mounted on asses in the rear.  But instead of maintaining his position in order to cover the foot-soldiers, Narr’ Havas turned abruptly to the right, as though he wished himself to be crushed by Hamilcar.