apertures above, it seemed to the soldiers in its haughty opulence as
solemn and impenetrable as the face of Hamilcar. 

The Council had appointed his house for the holding of this feast; the
convalescents lying in the temple of Eschmoun had set out at daybreak
and dragged themselves thither on their crutches.  Every minute others
were arriving.  They poured in ceaselessly by every path like torrents
rushing into a lake; through the trees the slaves of the kitchens
might be seen running scared and half-naked; the gazelles fled
bleating on the lawns; the sun was setting, and the perfume of citron
trees rendered the exhalation from the perspiring crowd heavier still. 

Men of all nations were there, Ligurians, Lusitanians, Balearians,
Negroes, and fugitives from Rome.  Beside the heavy Dorian dialect were
audible the resonant Celtic syllables rattling like chariots of war,
while Ionian terminations conflicted with consonants of the desert as
harsh as the jackal's cry.  The Greek might be recognised by his
slender figure, the Egyptian by his elevated shoulders, the Cantabrian
by his broad calves.  There were Carians proudly nodding their helmet
plumes, Cappadocian archers displaying large flowers painted on their