第 7 节
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淋雨 更新:2021-02-21 13:47 字数:9322
convulsions of the soil; such alternations of temperature; and such
plays of light would she manifest the extravagance of her might with
the beauty of her eternal smile。 The mountains at their summits were
crescent…shaped; others were like women's bosoms presenting their
swelling breasts; and the Barbarians felt a heaviness that was full of
delight weighing down their fatigues。
Spendius had bought a slave with the money brought him by his
dromedary。 The whole day long he lay asleep stretched before Matho's
tent。 Often he would awake; thinking in his dreams that he heard the
whistling of the thongs; with a smile he would pass his hands over the
scars on his legs at the place where the fetters had long been worn;
and then he would fall asleep again。
Matho accepted his companionship; and when he went out Spendius would
escort him like a lictor with a long sword on his thigh; or perhaps
Matho would rest his arm carelessly on the other's shoulder; for
Spendius was small。
One evening when they were passing together through the streets in the
camp they perceived some men covered with white cloaks; among them was
Narr' Havas; the prince of the Numidians。 Matho started。
〃Your sword!〃 he cried; 〃I will kill him!〃
〃Not yet!〃 said Spendius; restraining him。 Narr' Havas was already
advancing towards him。
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 I
walk; 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 herthat she does not existand 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。 I
have 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。
To all the consolations offered by Spendius; he repeated the same
words; their nights were spent in these wailings and exhortations。
Matho sought to drown his thoughts in wine。 After his fits of
drunkenness he was more melancholy still。 He tried to divert himself
at huckle…bones; and lost the gold plates of his necklace one by one。
He had himself taken to the servants of the Goddess; but he came down
the hill sobbing; like one returning from a funeral。
Spendius; on the contrary; became more bold and gay。 He was to be seen
in the leafy taverns discoursing in the midst of the soldiers。 He
mended old cuirasses。 He juggled with daggers。 He went and gathered
herbs in the fields for the sick。 He was facetious; dexterous; full of
invention and talk; the Barbarians grew accustomed to his services;
and he came to be loved by them。
However; they were awaiting an ambassador from Carthage to bring them
mules laden with baskets of gold; and ever beginning the same
calculation over again; they would trace figures with their fingers in
the sand。 Every one was arranging his life beforehand; they would have
concubines; slaves; lands; others intended to bury their treasure; or
risk it on a vessel。 But their tempers were provoked by want of
employment; there were constant disputes between horse…soldiers and
foot…soldiers; Barbarians and Greeks; while there was a never…ending
din of shrill female voices。
Every day men came flock