The Mercenaries, Hamilcar, every obstacle had now disappeared.

The moon was gliding between two clouds.

They could see it through an opening in the tent.

"Ah, what nights have I spent gazing at her! she seemed to me like a veil that hid your face; you would look at me through her; the memory of you was mingled with her beams; then I could no longer distinguish you!" And with his head between her breasts he wept copiously.
"And this," she thought, "is the formidable man who makes Carthage tremble!" He fell asleep.

Then disengaging herself from his arm she put one foot to the ground, and she perceived that her chainlet was broken.
The maidens of the great families were accustomed to respect these shackles as something that was almost religious, and Salammbo, blushing, rolled the two pieces of the golden chain around her ankles.
Carthage, Megara, her house, her room, and the country that she had passed through, whirled in tumultuous yet distinct images through her memory.