seated himself cross-legged on his shield. He sent his men running by with their weapons, ten at a time, and contentedly observed how accurately they could toss their spears.
Meeting the Siccani warmed my heart. I even drank a drop of the poisonous potion with their chiefs and was once again able to see through tree trunks and rocks. I spent the night with them on the bare ground, but my body had grown flabby and accustomed to the comforts of life, with the result that I caught a bad cold. Thereafter I thought it best to spend the night on an Etruscan vessel.
We had to conquer Himera first and thereafter decide whether we should turn upon the Greeks in terrain of our choice or fortify ourselves in Himera and wait for them to attack. The only disturbing factor was that the Carthaginian vessels at the mouth of the strait had not yet made contact with the Syracusan fleet. The Greek triremes had disappeared from the sea and’^1 Hamilcar feared that they would attempt to cut his supply line. He declared that he dreaded that more than a battle with the small Greek land forces.
Although he respected the Etruscans’ fame as soldiers so highly that he asked us to form the center of his front, he reproached us for being so few that we broke the Etruscans’ promise concerning the number of troops they would send. And he had reason to censure us, for our forces no doubt were more troublesome than helpful. But what had happened had happened and could not be changed. For our part we asked the Etruscan chiefs to express our amazement at Hamilcar’s purple tent, ivory couches, gold and silver dishes, images of deities and great number of slaves, all of which had taken up most of the space on several cargo vessels. I myself said that the Carthaginians appeared to have devoted more time and effort to making their lives comfortable than to fortifying the camp.
Hamilcar called on Baal and other gods, shouted that his Negroes and Libyans were not accustomed to digging pits in the ground, and said it was far better for his troops to trust to the Carthaginian gods with full bellies and happy minds.
When I explained that the Romans were in the habit of digging trenches as soon as they had made camp, Hamilcar said stiffly, “My way of waging war is the Carthaginian way. I think that I understand my own troops better than you, stranger.”
In talking to the brutal and belligerent mercenaries who were tired of their inactivity I realized that they were completely ready to storm Himera. They burned with desire for loot and were prepared to risk their lives for the chance to plunder and rape as much as they pleased in a Greek city. Slowly I began to suspect that Hamilcar had a political reason for hesitating outside Himera’s wall.
This reason became apparent at a banquet the Carthaginian arrranged for us. Suddenly the purple drapes at the rear of the tent parted and in stepped Kydippe, leading her two small sons while the two older boys clung to her robe with grave eyes.
As a matured woman Kydippe was more beautiful than she had ever been as a maiden. Gold dust was sprinkled in her Aphrodite hairdress, and her neck, arms and ankles were weighted with heavy jeweled ornaments. Her lips still smiled temptingly and although she had given birth to four sons her waist was still slender and she wore her Phoenician robe tightly belted. We cried out in amazement upon sight of her and leaped from our couches to drink to her honor.
Hamilcar greatly enjoyed our surprise and said with a smile, “Our hostage, Kydippe, has accompanied us from Carthage with her children to guard the interests of Himera. We left Terillos in Carthage since he is politically incompetent. Indeed it might be best to leave Himera to Anaxilaos until one of the boys becomes old enough to rule the city.”
Even as he spoke I saw that Hamilcar’s face and expression betrayed his obvious infatuation for Kydippe. Who would not have become enchanted with that beautiful and ambitious woman who even as a young girl knew cold-bloodedly how to take advantage of men’s senses to gain her own ends? With a bright voice she urged us to continue our banquet and began moving slowly from one couch to another, addressing the Carthaginian leaders by name. We forgot our conversation and followed her with our eyes.
Finally she sat on the edge of my couch and began to talk to the Etruscan leaders. “I speak your language poorly, you incomparable warriors, but as civilized men you undoubtedly speak Greek. I was born and reared in Himera and in this river I swam as a maiden. That is why I am horrified by the thought that its houses will go up in smoke and its wealth will be destroyed. It has suffered enough already at the hands of the Syracusan soldiers. If you overcome the Greeks, Himera will drop into your lap without resistance.”
Hamilcar confirmed her words. “Anaxilaos of Rhegion asked for our assistance and left his wife and sons as hostages, binding himself to fight for Carthage and his own cause to the last man. We will benefit nothing if we destroy Himera but will only lose a prosperous trading center.”
I rose onto my elbow and said vehemently, “I also pity Himera and its residents, but the laws of war are merciless. The commander who deliberately places himself between two fires is mad. If we wage an open battle with the Greeks here, the Himeran garrison will attack our rear at the decisive moment.”
Kydippe raised her white hand to her mouth, turned to look at me, pretended to recognize me only then and exclaimed joyously, “You, Turms! How I rejoice to see your face once more. Let us drink a cup of wine together and not talk nonsense.”
She pressed the edge of her golden goblet to my lips and poured strong wine down my throat. As I coughed and swallowed she explained to the others, “Don’t be offended, but this fair man was my first love and I think I even kissed him once when I was a thoughtless girl. That is why I still feel a certain weakness toward him and all my girlhood memories return when I drink wine with him.”
When I still tried to say something she made her sons hug me and kiss my cheeks and placed her own hand on my neck so cleverly that a tremor passed through my body.
Hamilcar did not like it. His face darkened and he bit his lip. “Let us bar the gates of Himera with branches and logs and if need be set fire to them to prevent the garrison from attacking us. I have made preparations for all eventualities and the gods of Carthage still offer me favorable omens. The power of decision is mine and I will endure no criticism of my decision.”
Since Hamilcar was interested only in talk that pleased him, I ceased speaking and was content to watch Kydippe. She fingered my braid and whispered, “Truly, Turms, I still remember vividly how your mouth kissed mine and your hand caressed my body. I was certainly not indifferent although I pretended to be. At my age and as the mother of four boys I confess that I have never been able to forget you. Once on a moonlit night you even appeared beside my bed and I awakened with a start, but it was only a dream.”
As I held Kydippe’s hand and drank from her goblet, Hamilcar could no longer control himself but leaped from the couch of honor and declared in a trembling voice that Kydippe had already said enough for a hostage and a woman and bade her return to the protection of the eunuchs. I alone knew that Kydippe had deliberately encouraged his jealousy to demonstrate to herself her influence over him, for as she led her sons away, she glanced around the tent in triumph.
5.
I was filled with a deep foreboding and life at Hamilcar’s encampment did not please me. The Etruscan commanders spent their days training the soldiers to fight breast to breast in a closed column, and although the mercenaries at first gathered around us to laugh and jeer at our efforts, their commanders soon became ambitious and ordered their own troops into training. We saw Libyans who linked their man-high shields to one another to form a wall of shields, and other troops who had iron bands around their waists by which they were fettered to one another to prevent a break in the line.
Then one day Hamilcar’s scouts galloped into camp with lathered horses and shouted that the Greeks were but a day’s march away, their numbers were countless and their shields and armor flashed dazzlingly in the sunlight as they rolled over the inland hills like the waves of the sea. The news created such a panic in the camp that many ran to the shore and fought their way onto the cargo vessels. Indeed, some were crushed to death and a number were drowned before Hamilcar managed to subdue them with whip and truncheon.
From the Siccanians we learned the exact size of the combined Syra-cusan and Agrigentian forces as well as the number of their heavily armored troops, their stone-slingers and their cavalrymen, for the Siccani could move through the forest on horny soles faster than the cavalry. It was not the number of the Greeks that was alarming
