Their tears compose its humidity; 'tis a dark abode full of mire, and wreck, and tempest." She asked what would become of her then.
"At first you will languish as light as a vapour hovering upon the waves; and after more lengthened ordeals and agonies, you will pass into the forces of the sun, the very source of Intelligence!" He did not speak, however, of Rabbet.

Salammbo imagined that it was through some shame for his vanquished goddess, and calling her by a common name which designated the moon, she launched into blessings upon the soft and fertile planet.

At last he exclaimed: "No! no! she draws all her fecundity from the other! Do you not see her hovering about him like an amorous woman running after a man in a field ?" And he exalted the virtue of light unceasingly.
Far from depressing her mystic desires, he sought, on the contrary, to excite them, and he even seemed to take joy in grieving her by the revelation of a pitiless doctrine.

In spite of the pains of her love Salammbo threw herself upon it with transport.
But the more that Schahabarim felt himself in doubt about Tanith, the more he wished to believe in her.

At the bottom of his soul he was arrested by remorse.