She perceived a path in the thickness of the entrenchment.

She took the hem of her robe, which impeded her, in her teeth, and in three bounds she was on the platform.
A sonorous shout burst forth beneath her in the shade, the same which she had heard at the foot of the galley staircase, and leaning over she recognised Schahabarim's man with his coupled horses.
He had wandered all night between the two entrenchments; then disquieted by the fire, he had gone back again trying to see what was passing in Matho's camp; and, knowing that this spot was nearest to his tent, he had not stirred from it, in obedience to the priest's command.
He stood up on one of the horses.

Salammbo let herself slide down to him; and they fled at full gallop, circling the Punic camp in search of a gate.
Matho had re-entered his tent.

The smoky lamp gave but little light, and he also believed that Salammbo was asleep.

Then he delicately touched the lion's skin on the palm-tree bed.