The native chief now exhibited the helmet and armour of Malchus, who was led forward by two of his men.
"Who are you ?" the commander asked Malchus in Greek, a language which was understood by the educated both of Rome and Carthage.
"I am Malchus, and command the scouts of Hannibal's army." "You are young for such a post," the officer said; "but in Carthage it is interest not valour which secures promotion.

Doubtless you are related to Hannibal." "I am his cousin," Malchus said quietly.
"Ah!" the Roman said sarcastically, "that accounts for one who is a mere lad being chosen for so important a post.

However, I shall take you to Scipio, who will doubtless have questions to ask of you concerning Hannibal's army." Many of the riderless horses on the plain came in on hearing the sound of the Roman trumpets and rejoined the troop.

Malchus was placed on one of these.

Such of the wounded Romans as were able to ride mounted others, and a small party being left behind to look after those unable to move, the troops started on their way.
They were unable, however, to proceed far; the horses had been travelling since morning and were now completely exhausted; therefore, after proceeding a few miles the troop halted.