Grief is allayed with blood, and since you cannot sate your love, gorge your hate; it will sustain you!" Matho resumed the command of his soldiers.

He drilled them pitilessly.
He was respected for his courage and especially for his strength.
Moreover he inspired a sort of mystic dread, and it was believed that he conversed at night with phantoms.

The other captains were animated by his example.

The army soon grew disciplined.

From their houses the Carthaginians could hear the bugle-flourishes that regulated their exercises.