HANNIBAL’S DREAM.
Hannibal rose from his seat, called for a cup of wine, tasted it,
put it down, walked up and down the room, sipped at his wine again as
if in thought, before he replied. At last he answered:
“After deep thought I have decided. Well, I think that I may tell unto
ye all my mission, for it is a mission of the gods. I cannot tell
whether or no it may be ultimately successful, but of one thing am I
assured, I shall, for a time, at all events, be the means of humbling
this trebly accursed State of Rome, which is gradually diminishing all
the ancient power of Phœnicia, and hath already wrested the whole of
Sicily from her grasp in honest fight, and won also from the Punic
rule, but by fraud, the fair isle of Sardinia.
“Listen now. I went, as ye all know, not long since--that is, directly
after my return to New Carthage after we had captured this place,
Saguntum--on a pilgrimage. That pilgrimage was to the temple of
Melcareth in Gades. Now Gades is, perhaps, the oldest Phœnician
settlement in the whole of Iberia. Its origin is so old that the
records cannot tell whether the earliest inhabitants of Gades came
from Tyre or from Sidon, but they are pure Phœnicians to this day,
and as such worship the great invisible god Melcareth. Their language
is not quite the same as our own, and is somewhat mixed with Greek--it
hath, withal, a slight admixture of the Iberian tongue; but all their
religious customs are most pure and holy. And the temple in Gades of
the great god Melcareth is worthy in its architecture of all the
highest civilisation of the country of Carthage as it was when I
remember it as a boy. There is a peculiar solemnity about the temple,
and upon first entering it I was struck by the evident presence of the
omnipotent being. I fell upon my face, overpowered by this feeling,
just within the threshold; but a hoary-headed priest came forward,
raised me up, and, with comforting words, led me towards the altar.
There, feeling all the time that I was actually in the presence of an
omnipotent being, I accomplished my sacrifice, plunged my right arm in
the blood, and renewed solemnly the oath which I made when but a boy
of nine in the presence of my father Hamilcar. This oath was one of
eternal hatred against the Romans, and of life-long effort to reduce
the pride of these enemies of our country. I must tell ye, that having
no son, I took with me my daughter Elissa, and made her swear the same
oath as I swore when a boy. Closely veiled she was, and humble as
becometh one worshipping the gods. I also made her vow to the gods
that all her life she should devote herself to her country, even as
had she been my son instead of my daughter, and that, henceforth,
whatever the past had been, self was to be held of no account, but
that her nation’s welfare was before everything to be considered. And
I swore the same oath with her.
“The priests left us alone at length, in meditation on our knees
before the altar of the almighty Melcareth. The sacrificial fire
burned low, only an occasional gleam flared up from the glowing
embers. Daylight faded away into utter darkness. Overcome by the sense
of the solemnity of the holy place, and the soporific effect of the
smoke and the simmering incense, both my daughter and myself fell upon
our faces at length in a kind of stupor. Suddenly the whole gloom of
the mighty fane became illumined with a brilliant light. My daughter
and I both sprung up, and our eyes were dazzled as we saw the great
god Melcareth appear in person before us. My daughter almost instantly
sunk senseless before the divinity; but not so I. The god stretched
out his hand towards me and uttered the following words:--
“‘Hannibal, son of Hamilcar, thou shalt avenge thy father’s
misfortunes. Great shall be thy glory, but great also shall be thy
downfall. Strive, nevertheless, strive to the end; thou shalt reap thy
reward hereafter, and thy name shall never die. Yea, I am the great
god Melcareth, who will ever have thee in my protection. In good days
or in evil days rest upon my bosom, for even in the evil days I will
be near thee, although thou seest me not. Now sleep, my son, sleep,
and thy destiny shall be revealed unto thee by me in a dream.’
“Gradually the blazing light and the resplendent figure of the god
faded away. I sank upon my face before the glowing altar fire and
slept. And I dreamt a dream. At least it was not a dream that I
dreamt, but a vision that I experienced.
“Suddenly I found myself translated into a wonderful dazzling abode of
light, where, sitting in a beautiful garden, were present all the gods
of Carthage. Melcareth was there, and Tanais. Towering above all the
others stood Moloch, and fierce indeed and terrible was he of aspect,
and yet he ever smiled and the fixed angry look upon his face ever
relaxed when Tanais addressed him, which she did frequently. As for
Tanais, whom we also call Astarte, no radiant vision of beautiful
young womanhood that man’s soul or brain hath ever imagined can
realise her excessive, delightful, and bewitching beauty.
“‘Moloch,’ quoth she, ‘Moloch, my well-beloved, be not angry, for I
must embrace this Hannibal, the son of Hamilcar, although, indeed, he
worshippeth thee and not me upon earth; yet, for all thy frowns, will
I now take him to my bosom.’
“Then, although at first Moloch frowned, I saw him smile when she bade
me approach, which I did without the least fear.
“‘Embrace me, Hannibal,’ she said; ‘I am the goddess Tanais, whom thy
daughter Elissa worshippeth. Fear not Moloch; he loveth thee for all
his frowns, for thou shalt give unto him many victims of the Roman
people whom he loveth not, since they believe not in him. But I love
all people alike, for I am the goddess of love, and love is in all
nations. ’Tis I who plant the little seedling of love in each young
maiden’s heart; ’tis I, too, who teach the warrior that there is one
divinity yet more powerful than Moloch, and more--ay, far more fatal.
For my votaries--ay, even the votaries of love--commit more crimes,
more murders, more atrocities, more deceits, more robberies in my name
in a month, than do all those of Moloch in a year. Thus is Moloch, who
is mine own lover, yet jealous of me, although through me most mortals
play into his hands. Yet so hast thou not done through me as yet,
Hannibal, yet hath thy daughter Elissa already, and there are more
victims to come to him through her. See! beneath Moloch’s hand, one is
there.’ I looked, and saw the figure of Adherbal, the son of Hanno. I
knew not how I knew him, but he it was--I knew it. And then Moloch
spoke in a voice of thunder:
“‘Ay, ’tis true, Elissa! dost thou see? Thou shalt give me another
victim soon.’ Turning, I saw Elissa behind me, standing as in a spirit
form. I suppose now that the other victim to whom the god referred was
that Idherbal, whom thou didst slay the other day, Maharbal. But after
that I saw Elissa no more. Then the goddess Tanais drew me to her, and
pressed me on her bosom, and kissed me, and breathed the spirit of
divinity into me, while Moloch looked on, and smiling said,
“‘Ay, my fair queen of love! make love to him. I permit it this time,
for he is beloved of me, indeed.’
“But she only laughed, and replied, ‘I make love to him because I love
him, and not at all for thee, Moloch; dost thou not know that warriors
are always beloved of women?’ Whereupon he frowned and turned away,
while the goddess bade me kiss her, and fondled me again, but I feared
her. Then she reproached me, with a gentle whisper in mine ear, that I
did not show myself even in heaven a much more ardent devotee than on
earth, although, she said, she knew that I worshipped occasionally at
her shrine. But Melcareth coming forward, she released me from her
embrace, and with Moloch retired. The other gods and goddesses also
fell far behind, for Melcareth is king of heaven, and so grand, so
powerful, and yet so placid, it seemeth as though all heaven and earth
is in his single look. I trembled before him--ay, and fell to the
ground; yet never had I so trembled before the terrible Moloch.
Melcareth, the almighty one, touched me and I arose.
“‘Hannibal, son of Hamilcar,’ said he, ‘I have here ready a guide for
thee who shall show thee the course that thou art to pursue. Now
follow him, but stay; first bid farewell to Tanais, for thou wilt not
henceforth have much time for the delights of love; thou must leave
that to thy daughter, who is in the goddess’s especial favour.’
“The goddess Tanais once more took me in her arms and embraced me.
“‘Go,’ she said, ‘fight well for the might of Carthage, mine own
beloved city. I will welcome thee back to my bosom some day.
Meanwhile, do Moloch’s work--he loveth blood.’
“The god Moloch, still keeping in the background, waved his hand to me
in token of farewell; then the great Melcareth simply touched me
again, and I found myself flying through space side by side with a
messenger like unto the Roman god Mercury, saving that he had no wings
on head or feet, but merely moved onward by voluntary volition, as did
I accompanying him.
“We travelled for a long time over lands, seas, rivers, and mountains.
‘See thou look not back,’ said my guide. But curiosity overcame me at
length and I looked back. Awful was the sight I saw behind me. A huge,
ghastly monster with fiery breath issuing from his mouth, having
gigantic wings and horrid claws of iron on his feet, was following in
our wake destroying everything we passed over as we sped by cities,
houses, farms, and vineyards.
“‘What, oh, what is this terrible creature behind us?’ I asked of my
spirit guide as we sped through the air.
“‘It is the devastation of Italia, oh Hannibal,’ said he. ‘See that
thou dost march ever straight onwards, careless of this monster which
shall ever follow in thy rear. Neither let rivers nor mountains,
cultivated lands nor olive groves, meadows nor marshlands turn thee
aside, but march thou onward ever straight through Italia from end to
end, and leave the rest in the hands of the gods. So now I leave
thee.’
“He left me as we were hovering over the roof of the temple of
Melcareth in Gades. Shortly after, I awoke from what seemed a profound
sleep before the altar, and arousing my daughter, who was still
sleeping, I arose. For henceforth I knew my fate. It was to be the
conquest and destruction of Italia. Now, my noble companions, ye know
that if I invade the Roman dominions it is simply by the command of
the gods--ay! at the divine will. I therefore have no choice but to
overrun Italia from end to end.”
Hannibal ceased speaking, and silence fell upon all present. Every man
there was a firm believer in the gods, therefore none of them doubted
for an instant that a supernatural power was directing Hannibal to
commence this immense undertaking, and would assist him in carrying it
through against fearful odds.
Presently Mago spoke.
“’Tis evident indeed that thou hast a divine mission, oh my brother,
and that it is to thyself invade, without waiting to be invaded. And
thou hadst a wonderful vision, would to heaven that I had seen it,
too. And did the queen of heaven and of love herself really embrace
thee? Had it been me, then I vow by the sweet goddess herself that
never again should mortal woman’s lips touch mine so long as I live.”
“A rash vow that of thine,” quoth Chœras,
“‘For sweet as wine are woman’s lips,
And who with each shall toy,
No sooner tasteth as he sips
But he would more enjoy.’
Yet ’tis a safe enough vow for thee to make under the circumstances.
And verily I too believe that had such an honour been vouchsafed unto
me by the blessed Tanais, our worthy friend Sosilus yonder would never
again need to reproach me of being too fond of any mortal woman’s
lips. But ’twas indeed a glorious vision which it was given unto our
commander to behold; and now, knowing that he hath the protection of
the gods, not only will he himself, but we his followers also, start
with hope rising buoyant in our hearts upon such a march as the world
hath hitherto never heard of, nay, nor dreamed of. I who, since from
sheer idleness I came over from Carthage last year, have been but a
mere volunteer on Hannibal’s staff, am so deeply impressed by what he
hath told us, that I shall now ask his permission to enrol myself
regularly under his flag. For with the noble mission that is so
clearly marked out for him, who would not ask to follow him to death
or glory? Prithee, Hannibal, wilt take me under thy colours as a
regular soldier henceforth, for I, too, would fain march with thee to
Italia?”
“Ay, willingly will I take thee, Chœras, and as many more
Carthaginian nobles as may choose to come over and join us in striking
at the same time a blow in defence of their country, and a blow at the
prestige and power of Rome. Ay, readily will I enrol thee, and, since
thou ridest well, I will appoint thee as one of Maharbal’s lieutenants
in the Numidian Horse. Will that suit thee? and thee, too, Maharbal,
wilt thou have Chœras? I found him efficient as a member of my staff,
and a brave rider withal--with a bridle and a saddle, that is, but
certainly not in the Numidian style, without either saddle or bridle,
or with only a halter; of that he hath as yet had no experience. But
thou wilt have to give him lessons, Maharbal, for, although ye
commanders certainly ride not always in that fashion, yet no officer
should be unable to do whatever his men can do. And of that thou,
Maharbal, art indeed thyself a notable example. So now, Chœras,
consider thy petition granted. Thou art appointed to the mounted
branch of the service from this minute. Art thou satisfied?”
Chœras made a most gruesome and comical grimace.
“Many thanks, most noble Hannibal; but, since I am by thy favour to be
appointed to the mounted branch of the service, and to learn to ride
without a saddle or bridle, dost not think that it would be more
seemly, and that there would be somewhat less chance of my coming to
an untimely end at the very beginning of the war, were I appointed to
the elephant corps? I might, moreover, take Sosilus up behind me to
remind me of parallel cases, as applied to ships, whenever the brute
refused to steer, for he was, so I have heard, brought up as a sailor
when but a lad. Thus, I could place him by the tail to steer the
beast, and then, I am convinced, I could speedily learn to ride
without either saddle or bridle. But, I confess, I have my misgivings
about being able to stick on any bare-backed beast smaller than a
good-sized elephant, certainly not a fiery Numidian charger. And
wherever I go, for the sake of the good precepts he would instil, I
should decidedly like to have the advantage of our good Sosilus’s
society. Therefore, my Lord Hannibal, mount me, I prithee, on an
elephant!”
There was some merriment at these comical objections of Chœras, who
was a licensed jester, amid which the party broke up, Maharbal having
laughingly promised him that, for fear of losing his valuable services
all too soon, he would provide him with both saddle and bridle until
the completion of at least the first campaign.