salammbo-第54部分

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Salammbo；　who　watched　them　retiring；　bent　her　head；　and　then　Taanach；

believing　that　she　guessed　her　sorrow；　said　gently　to　her：



〃But　they　will　come　back；　Mistress。〃



〃Yes！　I　know。〃



〃And　you　will　see　them　again。〃



〃Perhaps！〃　she　said；　sighing。



She　had　not　confided　her　resolve　to　any　one；　in　order　to　carry　it　out

with　the　greater　discretion　she　sent　Taanach　to　the　suburb　of　Kinisdo

to　buy　all　the　things　that　she　required　instead　of　requesting　them

from　the　stewards：　vermilion；　aromatics；　a　linen　girdle；　and　new

garments。　The　old　slave　was　amazed　at　these　preparations；　without

daring；　however；　to　ask　any　questions；　and　the　day；　which　had　been

fixed　by　Schahabarim；　arrived　when　Salammbo　was　to　set　out。



About　the　twelfth　hour　she　perceived；　in　the　depths　of　the　sycamore

trees；　a　blind　old　man　with　one　hand　resting　on　the　shoulder　of　a

child　who　walked　before　him；　while　with　the　other　he　carried　a　kind　of

cithara　of　black　wood　against　his　hip。　The　eunuchs；　slaves；　and　women

had　been　scrupulously　sent　away；　no　one　might　know　the　mystery　that

was　preparing。



Taanach　kindled　four　tripods　filled　with　strobus　and　cadamomum　in　the

corners　of　the　apartment；　then　she　unfolded　large　Babylonian　hangings；

and　stretched　them　on　cords　all　around　the　room；　for　Salammbo　did　not

wish　to　be　seen　even　by　the　walls。　The　kinnor…player　squatted　behind

the　door　and　the　young　boy　standing　upright　applied　a　reed　flute　to

his　lips。　In　the　distance　the　roar　of　the　streets　was　growing　feebler；

violet　shadows　were　lengthening　before　the　peristyles　of　the　temples；

and　on　the　other　side　of　the　gulf　the　mountain　bases；　the　fields　of

olive…trees；　and　the　vague　yellow　lands　undulated　indefinitely；　and

were　blended　together　in　a　bluish　haze；　not　a　sound　was　to　be　heard；

and　an　unspeakable　depression　weighed　in　the　air。



Salammbo　crouched　down　upon　the　onyx　step　on　the　edge　of　the　basin；

she　raised　her　ample　sleeves；　fastening　them　behind　her　shoulders；　and

began　her　ablutions　in　methodical　fashion；　according　to　the　sacred

rites。



Next　Taanach　brought　her　something　liquid　and　coagulated　in　an

alabaster　phial；　it　was　the　blood　of　a　black　dog　slaughtered　by　barren

women　on　a　winter's　night　amid　the　rubbish　of　a　sepulchre。　She　rubbed

it　upon　her　ears；　her　heels；　and　the　thumb　of　her　right　hand；　and　even

her　nail　remained　somewhat　red；　as　if　she　had　crushed　a　fruit。



The　moon　rose；　then　the　cithara　and　the　flute　began　to　play　together。



Salammbo　unfastened　her　earrings；　her　necklace；　her　bracelets；　and　her

long　white　simar；　she　unknotted　the　band　in　her　hair；　shaking　the

latter　for　a　few　minutes　softly　over　her　shoulders　to　cool　herself　by

thus　scattering　it。　The　music　went　on　outside；　it　consisted　of　three

notes　ever　the　same；　hurried　and　frenzied；　the　strings　grated；　the

flute　blew；　Taanach　kept　time　by　striking　her　hands；　Salammbo；　with　a

swaying　of　her　whole　body；　chanted　prayers；　and　her　garments　fell　one

after　another　around　her。



The　heavy　tapestry　trembled；　and　the　python's　head　appeared　above　the

cord　that　supported　it。　The　serpent　descended　slowly　like　a　drop　of

water　flowing　along　a　wall；　crawled　among　the　scattered　stuffs；　and

then；　gluing　its　tail　to　the　ground；　rose　perfectly　erect；　and　his

eyes；　more　brilliant　than　carbuncles；　darted　upon　Salammbo。



A　horror　of　cold；　or　perhaps　a　feeling　of　shame；　at　first　made　her

hesitate。　But　she　recalled　Schahabarim's　orders　and　advanced；　the

python　turned　downwards；　and　resting　the　centre　of　its　body　upon　the

nape　of　her　neck；　allowed　its　head　and　tail　to　hang　like　a　broken

necklace　with　both　ends　trailing　to　the　ground。　Salammbo　rolled　it

around　her　sides；　under　her　arms　and　between　her　knees；　then　taking　it

by　the　jaw　she　brought　the　little　triangular　mouth　to　the　edge　of　her

teeth；　and　half　shutting　her　eyes；　threw　herself　back　beneath　the　rays

of　the　moon。　The　white　light　seemed　to　envelop　her　in　a　silver　mist；

the　prints　of　her　humid　steps　shone　upon　the　flag…stones；　stars

quivered　in　the　depth　of　the　water；　it　tightened　upon　her　its　black

rings　that　were　spotted　with　scales　of　gold。　Salammbo　panted　beneath

the　excessive　weight；　her　loins　yielded；　she　felt　herself　dying；　and

with　the　tip　of　its　tail　the　serpent　gently　beat　her　thigh；　then　the

music　becoming　still　it　fell　off　again。



Taanach　came　back　to　her；　and　after　arranging　two　candelabra；　the

lights　of　which　burned　in　crystal　balls　filled　with　water；　she　tinged

the　inside　of　her　hands　with　Lawsonia；　spread　vermilion　upon　her

cheeks；　and　antimony　along　the　edge　of　her　eyelids；　and　lengthened　her

eyebrows　with　a　mixture　of　gum；　musk；　ebony；　and　crushed　legs　of

flies。



Salammbo　seated　on　a　chair　with　ivory　uprights；　gave　herself　up　to　the

attentions　of　the　slave。　But　the　touchings；　the　odour　of　the

aromatics；　and　the　fasts　that　she　had　undergone；　were　enervating　her。

She　became　so　pale　that　Taanach　stopped。



〃Go　on！〃　said　Salammbo；　and　bearing　up　against　herself；　she　suddenly

revived。　Then　she　was　seized　with　impatience；　she　urged　Taanach　to

make　haste；　and　the　old　slave　grumbled：



〃Well！　well！　Mistress！Besides；　you　have　no　one　waiting　for　you！〃



〃Yes！〃　said　Salammbo；　〃some　one　is　waiting　for　me。〃



Taanach　drew　back　in　surprise；　and　in　order　to　learn　more　about　it；

said：



〃What　orders　to　you　give　me；　Mistress？　for　if　you　are　to　remain

away〃



But　Salammbo　was　sobbing；　the　slave　exclaimed：



〃You　are　suffering！　what　is　the　matter？　Do　not　go　away！　take　me！　When

you　were　quite　little　and　used　to　cry；　I　took　you　to　my　heart　and　made

you　laugh　with　the　points　of　my　breasts；　you　have　drained　them；

Mistress！〃　She　struck　herself　upon　her　dried…up　bosom。　〃Now　I　am　old！

I　can　do　nothing　for　you！　you　no　longer　love　me！　you　hide　your　griefs

from　me；　you　despise　the　nurse！〃　And　tears　of　tenderness　and　vexation

flowed　down　her　cheeks　in　the　gashes　of　her　tattooing。



〃No！〃　said　Salammbo；　〃no；　I　love　you！　be　comforted！〃



With　a　smile　like　the　grimace　of　an　old　ape；　Taanach　resumed　her　task。

In　accordance　with　Schahabarim's　recommendations；　Salammbo　had　ordered

the　slave　to　make　her　magnificent；　and　she　was　obeying　her　mistress

with　barbaric　taste　full　at　once　of　refinement　and　ingenuity。



Over　a　first　delicate　and　vinous…coloured　tunic　she　passed　a　second

embroidered　with　birds'　feathers。　Golden　scales　clung　to　her　hips；　and

from　this　broad　girdle　descended　her　blue　flowing　silver…starred

trousers。　Next　Taanach　put　upon　her　a　long　robe　made　of　the　cloth　of

the　country　of　Seres；　white　and　streaked　with　green　lines。　On　the　edge

of　her　shoulder　she　fastened　a　square　of　purple　weighted　at　the　hem

with　grains　of　sandastrum；　and　above　all　these　garments　she　placed　a

black　mantle　with　a　flowing　train；　then　she　gazed　at　her；　and　proud　of

her　work　could　not　help　saying：



〃You　will　not　be　more　beautiful　on　the　day　of　your　bridal！〃



〃My　bridal！〃　repeated　Salammbo；　she　was　musing　with