An old man with a child was yonder in the courts, and wished to see the Suffet.
Hamilcar turned pale, and then quickly replied: "Let him come up!" Iddibal entered without prostrating himself.

He held a young boy, covered with a goat's-hair cloak, by the hand, and at once raised the hood which screened his face.
"Here he is, Master! Take him!" The Suffet and the slave went into a corner of the room.
The child remained in the centre standing upright, and with a gaze of attention rather than of astonishment he surveyed the ceiling, the furniture, the pearl necklaces trailing on the purple draperies, and the majestic maiden who was bending over towards him.
He was perhaps ten years old, and was not taller than a Roman sword.

His curly hair shaded his swelling forehead.

His eyeballs looked as if they were seeking for space.

The nostrils of his delicate nose were broad and palpitating, and upon his whole person was displayed the indefinable splendour of those who are destined to great enterprises.