Matho resumed: 

“What is to be done?  How can we re-enter Carthage?”

“I do not know,” said Spendius.

Such impassibility exasperated Matho and he exclaimed: 

“Why! the fault is yours!  You carry me away, and then you forsake me, coward that you are!  Why, pray, should I obey you?  Do you think that you are my master?  Ah! you prostituter, you slave, you son of a slave!” He ground his teeth and raised his broad hand above Spendius.

The Greek did not reply.  An earthen lamp was burning gently against the tent-pole, where the zaimph shone amid the hanging panoply.  Suddenly Matho put on his cothurni, buckled on his brazen jacket of mail, and took his helmet.

“Where are you going?” asked Spendius.

“I am returning!  Let me alone!  I will bring her back!  And if they show themselves I will crush them like vipers!  I will put her to death, Spendius!  Yes,” he repeated, “I will kill her!  You shall see, I will kill her!”

But Spendius, who was listening eagerly, snatched up the zaimph abruptly and threw it into a corner, heaping up fleeces above it.  A murmuring of voices was heard, torches gleamed, and Narr’ Havas entered, followed by about twenty men.

They wore white woollen cloaks, long daggers, copper necklaces, wooden earrings, and boots of hyena skin; and standing on the threshold they leaned upon their lances like herdsmen resting themselves.  Narr’ Havas was the handsomest of all; his slender arms were bound with straps ornamented with pearls.  The golden circlet which fastened his ample garment about his head held an ostrich feather which hung down behind his shoulder; his teeth were displayed in a continual smile; his eyes seemed sharpened like arrows, and there was something observant and airy about his whole demeanour.

He declared that he had come to join the Mercenaries, for the Republic had long been threatening his kingdom.  Accordingly he was interested in assisting the Barbarians, and he might also be of service to them.

“I will provide you with elephants (my forests are full of them), wine, oil, barley, dates, pitch and sulphur for sieges, twenty thousand foot-soldiers and ten thousand horses.  If I address myself to you, Matho, it is because the possession of the zaimph has made you chief man in the army.  Moreover,” he added, “we are old friends.”

Matho, however, was looking at Spendius, who, seated on the sheep-skins, was listening, and giving little nods of assent the while.  Narr’ Havas continued speaking.  He called the gods to witness he cursed Carthage.  In his imprecations he broke a javelin.  All his men uttered simultaneously a loud howl, and Matho, carried away by so much passion, exclaimed that he accepted the alliance.

A white bull and a black sheep, the symbols of day and night, were then brought, and their throats were cut on the edge of a ditch.  When the latter was full of blood they dipped their arms into it.  Then Narr’ Havas spread out his hand upon Matho’s breast, and Matho did the same to Narr’ Havas.  They repeated the stain upon the canvas of their tents.  Afterwards they passed the night in eating, and the remaining portions of the meat were burnt together with the skin, bones, horns, and hoofs.