But he is kept at the Barcine Syssite on matters connected with this terrible business of the death of Hasdrubal.

He bade me give you his love, and say he would be back here as soon as he could get away." "It is terrible news indeed, Malchus.

The loss is a grievous blow to Carthage, but especially to us who are his near kinsfolk; but for the moment let us set it aside and talk of your doings.

How the sun has bronzed your face, child! You seem to have grown taller and stouter since you have been away.
"Yes," one of the sisters laughed, "the child is growing up, mother; you will have to choose another name for him." "I think it is about time," Malchus said, joining in the laugh, "considering that I have killed a lion and have taken part in a desperate hand-to-hand fight with the wild Atarantes.

I think even my mother must own that I am attaining the dignity of youth." "I wonder your father let you take part in such strife," the mother said anxiously; "he promised me that he would, as far as possible, keep you out of danger." "Why, mother," Malchus said indignantly, "you don't suppose that my father was going to coddle me as he might do one of the girls here.