第 21 节
作者:淋雨      更新:2021-02-21 13:47      字数:9322
  hundred and twelve elephants that were lodged in the ramparts。 They
  were the conquerors of Regulus; the people loved them; it was
  impossible to treat such old friends too well。 Hanno had the brass
  plates which adorned their breasts recast; their tusks gilt; their
  towers enlarged; and caparisons; edged with very heavy fringes; cut
  out of the handsomest purple。 Finally; as their drivers were called
  Indians (after the first ones; no doubt; who came from the Indies) he
  ordered them all to be costumed after the Indian fashion; that is to
  say; with white pads round their temples; and small drawers of byssus;
  which with their transverse folds looked like two valves of a shell
  applied to the hips。
  The army under Autaritus still remained before Tunis。 It was hidden
  behind a wall made with mud from the lake; and protected on the top by
  thorny brushwood。 Some Negroes had planted tall sticks here and there
  bearing frightful faces;human masks made with birds' feathers; and
  jackals' or serpents' heads;which gaped towards the enemy for the
  purpose of terrifying him; and the Barbarians; reckoning themselves
  invincible through these means; danced; wrestled; and juggled;
  convinced that Carthage would perish before long。 Any one but Hanno
  would easily have crushed such a multitude; hampered as it was with
  herds and women。 Moreover; they knew nothing of drill; and Autaritus
  was so disheartened that he had ceased to require it。
  They stepped aside when he passed by rolling his big blue eyes。 Then
  on reaching the edge of the lake he would draw back his sealskin
  cloak; unfasten the cord which tied up his long red hair; and soak the
  latter in the water。 He regretted that he had not deserted to the
  Romans along with the two thousand Gauls of the temple of Eryx。
  Often the sun would suddenly lose his rays in the middle of the day。
  Then the gulf and the open sea would seem as motionless as molten
  lead。 A cloud of brown dust stretching perpendicularly would speed
  whirling along; the palm trees would bend and the sky disappear; while
  stones would be heard rebounding on the animals' cruppers; and the
  Gaul; his lips glued against the holes in his tent; would gasp with
  exhaustion and melancholy。 His thoughts would be of the scent of the
  pastures on autumn mornings; of snowflakes; or of the bellowing of the
  urus lost in the fog; and closing his eyelids he would in imagination
  behold the fires in long; straw…roofed cottages flickering on the
  marshes in the depths of the woods。
  Others regretted their native lands as well as he; even though they
  might not be so far away。 Indeed the Carthaginian captives could
  distinguish the velaria spread over the courtyards of their houses;
  beyond the gulf on the slopes of Byrsa。 But sentries marched round
  them continually。 They were all fastened to a common chain。 Each one
  wore an iron carcanet; and the crowd was never weary of coming to gaze
  at them。 The women would show their little children the handsome robes
  hanging in tatters on their wasted limbs。
  Whenever Autaritus looked at Gisco he was seized with rage at the
  recollection of the insult that he had received; and he would have
  killed him but for the oath which he had taken to Narr' Havas。 Then he
  would go back into his tent and drink a mixture of barley and cumin
  until he swooned away from intoxication;to awake afterwards in broad
  daylight consumed with horrible thirst。
  Matho; meanwhile; was besieging Hippo…Zarytus。 But the town was
  protected by a lake; communicating with the sea。 It had three lines of
  circumvallation; and upon the heights which surrounded it there
  extended a wall fortified with towers。 He had never commanded in such
  an enterprise before。 Moreover; he was beset with thoughts of
  Salammbo; and he raved in the delight of her beauty as in the
  sweetness of a vengeance that transported him with pride。 He felt an
  acrid; frenzied; permanent want to see her again。 He even thought of
  presenting himself as the bearer of a flag of truce; in the hope that
  once within Carthage he might make his way to her。 Often he would
  cause the assault to be sounded and waiting for nothing rush upon the
  mole which it was sought to construct in the sea。 He would snatch up
  the stones with his hands; overturn; strike; and deal sword…thrusts
  everywhere。 The Barbarians would dash on pell…mell; the ladders would
  break with a loud crash; and masses of men would tumble into the
  water; causing it to fly up in red waves against the walls。 Finally
  the tumult would subside; and the soldiers would retire to make a
  fresh beginning。
  Matho would go and seat himself outside the tents; wipe his blood…
  splashed face with his arm; and gaze at the horizon in the direction
  of Carthage。
  In front of him; among the olives; palms; myrtles and planes;
  stretched two broad ponds which met another lake; the outlines of
  which could not be seen。 Behind one mountain other mountains reared
  themselves; and in the middle of the immense lake rose an island
  perfectly black and pyramidal in form。 On the left; at the extremity
  of the gulf; were sand…heaps like arrested waves; large and pale;
  while the sea; flat as a pavement of lapis…lazuli; ascended by
  insensible degrees to the edge of the sky。 The verdure of the country
  was lost in places beneath long sheets of yellow; carobs were shining
  like knobs of coral; vine branches drooped from the tops of the
  sycamores; the murmuring of the water could be heard; crested larks
  were hopping about; and the sun's latest fires gilded the carapaces of
  the tortoises as they came forth from the reeds to inhale the breeze。
  Matho would heave deep sighs。 He would lie flat on his face; with his
  nails buried in the soil; and weep; he felt wretched; paltry;
  forsaken。 Never would he possess her; and he was unable even to take a
  town。
  At night when alone in his tent he would gaze upon the zaimph。 Of what
  use to him was this thing which belonged to the gods?and doubt crept
  into the Barbarian's thoughts。 Then; on the contrary; it would seem to
  him that the vesture of the goddess was depending from Salammbo; and
  that a portion of her soul hovered in it; subtler than a breath; and
  he would feel it; breathe it in; bury his face in it; and kiss it with
  sobs。 He would cover his shoulders with it in order to delude himself
  that he was beside her。
  Sometimes he would suddenly steal away; stride in the starlight over
  the sleeping soldiers as they lay wrapped in their cloaks; spring
  upon a horse on reaching the camp gates; and two hours later be at
  Utica in Spendius's tent。
  At first he would speak of the siege; but his coming was only to ease
  his sorrow by talking about Salammbo。 Spendius exhorted him to be
  prudent。
  〃Drive away these trifles from your soul; which is degraded by them!
  Formerly you were used to obey; now you command an army; and if
  Carthage is not conquered we shall at least be granted provinces。 We
  shall become kings!〃
  But how was it that the possession of the zaimph did not give them the
  victory? According to Spendius they must wait。
  Matho fancied that the veil affected people of Chanaanitish race
  exclusively; and; in his Barbarian…like subtlety; he said to himself:
  〃The zaimph will accordingly do nothing for me; but since they have
  lost it; it will do nothing for them。〃
  Afterwards a scruple troubled him。 He was afraid of offending Moloch
  by worshipping Aptouknos; the god of the Libyans; and he timidly asked
  Spendius to which of the gods it would be advisable to sacrifice a
  man。
  〃Keep on sacrificing!〃 laughed Spendius。
  Matho; who could not understand such indifference; suspected the Greek
  of having a genius of whom he did not speak。
  All modes of worship; as well as all races; were to be met with in
  these armies of Barbarians; and consideration was had to the gods of
  others; for they too; inspired fear。 Many mingled foreign practices
  with their native religion。 It was to no purpose that they did not
  adore the stars; if a constellation were fatal or helpful; sacrifices
  were offered to it; an unknown amulet found by chance at a moment of
  peril became a divinity; or it might be a name and nothing more; which
  would be repeated without any attempt to understand its meaning。 But
  after pillaging temples; and seeing numbers of nations and slaughters;
  many ultimately ceased to believe in anything but destiny and death;
  and every evening these would fall asleep with the placidity of wild
  beasts。 Spendius had spit upon the images of Jupiter Olympius;
  nevertheless he dreaded to speak aloud in the dark; nor did he fail
  every day to put on his right boot first。
  He reared a long quadrangular terrace in front of Utica; but in
  proportion as it ascended the rampart was also heightened; and what
  was thrown down by the one side was almost immediately raised again by
  the other。 Spendius took care of his men; he dreamed of plans and