[Salammbo by Gustave Flaubert]@TWC D-Link bookSalammbo CHAPTER VII 8/54
She advanced face to face with the Suffet, and they looked at each other for some time; suddenly Hamilcar started; at a wave of his hand the slaves withdrew.
Then, signing to her to walk with precaution, he drew her by the arm into a remote apartment. The Negress threw herself upon the floor to kiss his feet; he raised her brutally. "Where have you left him, Iddibal ?" "Down there, Master;" and extricating herself from her veils, she rubbed her face with her sleeve; the black colour, the senile trembling, the bent figure disappeared, and there remained a strong old man whose skin seemed tanned by sand, wind, and sea.
A tuft of white hair rose on his skull like the crest of a bird; and he indicated his disguise, as it lay on the ground, with an ironic glance. "You have done well, Iddibal! 'Tis well!" Then piercing him, as it were, with his keen gaze: "No one yet suspects ?" The old man swore to him by the Kabiri that the mystery had been kept. They never left their cottage, which was three days' journey from Hadrumetum, on a shore peopled with turtles, and with palms on the dune. "And in accordance with your command, O Master! I teach him to hurl the javelin and to drive a team." "He is strong, is he not ?" "Yes, Master, and intrepid as well! He has no fear of serpents, or thunder, or phantoms.
He runs bare-footed like a herdsman along the brinks of precipices." "Speak! speak!" "He invents snares for wild beasts.
Would you believe it, that last moon he surprised an eagle; he dragged it away, and the bird's blood and the child's were scattered in the air in large drops like driven roses. The animal in its fury enwrapped him in the beating of its wings; he strained it against his breast, and as it died his laughter increased, piercing and proud like the clashing of swords." Hamilcar bent his head, dazzled by such presages of greatness. "But he has been for some time restless and disturbed.
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