汉尼拔——迦太基的英雄（2）
the temples are croods to bless the voyage of hlcar. oing out to fight for the glory of carthage. all bring gifts for the stern god, and the altars are smoking s.
it is noon. a grand procession passes do to the custom of the time, to make their due offerings to the gods. it is thus that they pray for the success of their army in spain.
by the side of the general is his little son hannibal, noe. young though he is, he is already a man in thought and ambition. it is his reat ged to be alloo and brave. i ht in the front ranks. no one shall call me o.”
but the father firmly refuses.
“ reater e must destroy rome or be destroyed by her. be patient, hannibal. stay at home yet a th lead our armies to greater victories than mine shall be in spain.”
and no dim aisle of the temple of baal. through the smoke and the dark shadoing arches, the grim-faced idols look do to baal.
“no daunted, repeats before baal and the long-robed priests the voht to make. he vo hatred for the romans, that day and night he ive up until their proud city has been laid in ashes.
the priests chant their approval. the smoke of the incense rises. the bugles sound, the drums are beaten, the cymbals clash. the grand procession moves sloh cro people to the busy quay. there the fareeneral and his officers embark in the vessel that has been for them. there is much shouting; there is a great of banners. the long oars are dipped into the ins its voyage.
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