Salammbo eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 373 pages of information about Salammbo.

When they had passed the mountain of the Hot Springs, they went on at a more rapid rate, the ground being firmer.

But although it was the season for sowing and ploughing, the fields were as empty as the desert as far as the eye could reach.  Here and there were scattered heaps of corn; at other places the barley was shedding its reddened ears.  The villages showed black upon the clear horizon, with shapes incoherently carved.

From time to time a half-calcined piece of wall would be found standing on the edge of the road.  The roofs of the cottages were falling in, and in the interiors might be distinguished fragments of pottery, rags of clothing, and all kinds of unrecognisable utensils and broken things.  Often a creature clothed in tatters, with earthy face and flaming eyes would emerge from these ruins.  But he would very quickly begin to run or would disappear into a hole.  Salammbo and her guide did not stop.

Deserted plains succeeded one another.  Charcoal dust which was raised by their feet behind them, stretched in unequal trails over large spaces of perfectly white soil.  Sometimes they came upon little peaceful spots, where a brook flowed amid the long grass; and as they ascended the other bank Salammbo would pluck damp leaves to cool her hands.  At the corner of a wood of rose-bays her horse shied violently at the corpse of a man which lay extended on the ground.

The slave immediately settled her again on the cushions.  He was one of the servants of the Temple, a man whom Schahabarim used to employ on perilous missions.

With extreme precaution he now went on foot beside her and between the horses; he would whip the animals with the end of a leathern lace wound round his arm, or would perhaps take balls made of wheat, dates, and yolks of eggs wrapped in lotus leaves from a scrip hanging against his breast, and offer them to Salammbo without speaking, and running all the time.

In the middle of the day three Barbarians clad in animals’ skins crossed their path.  By degrees others appeared wandering in troops of ten, twelve, or twenty-five men; many were driving goats or a limping cow.  Their heavy sticks bristled with brass points; cutlasses gleamed in their clothes, which were savagely dirty, and they opened their eyes with a look of menace and amazement.  As they passed some sent them a vulgar benediction; others obscene jests, and Schahabarim’s man replied to each in his own idiom.  He told them that this was a sick youth going to be cured at a distant temple.

However, the day was closing in.  Barkings were heard, and they approached them.

Then in the twilight they perceived an enclosure of dry stones shutting in a rambling edifice.  A dog was running along the top of the wall.  The slave threw some pebbles at him and they entered a lofty vaulted hall.

A woman was crouching in the centre warming herself at a fire of brushwood, the smoke of which escaped through the holes in the ceiling.  She was half hidden by her white hair which fell to her knees; and unwilling to answer, she muttered with idiotic look words of vengeance against the Barbarians and the Carthaginians.

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