At last he was lifted up.
"Speak!" said Matho.
He offered to give up Hamilcar; then they would enter Carthage and both be kings.
Matho withdrew, signing to the others to make haste.

It was a stratagem, he thought, to gain time.
The Barbarian was mistaken; Hanno was in an extremity when consideration is had to nothing, and, moreover, he so execrated Hamilcar that he would have sacrificed him and all his soldiers on the slightest hope of safety.
The Ancients were languishing on the ground at the foot of the crosses; ropes had already been passed beneath their armpits.

Then the old Suffet, understanding that he must die, wept.
They tore off the clothes that were still left on him--and the horror of his person appeared.

Ulcers covered the nameless mass; the fat on his legs hid the nails on his feet; from his fingers there hung what looked like greenish strips; and the tears streaming through the tubercles on his cheeks gave to his face an expression of frightful sadness, for they seemed to take up more room than on another human face.

His royal fillet, which was half unfastened, trailed with his white hair in the dust.
They thought that they had no ropes strong enough to haul him up to the top of the cross, and they nailed him upon it, after the Punic fashion, before it was erected.