Yes, there may be a grand future before Carthage yet." The meeting now broke up.
"Where are you going, Malchus ?" Giscon asked the lad as they went out into the courtyard; "to see the sacrifices?
You know there is a grand function today to propitiate Moloch and to pray for victory for our arms." "No," Malchus said with a shudder.

"I don't think I am a coward, Giscon, but these terrible rites frighten me.

I was taken once by my father, and I then swore that never again, unless it be absolutely necessary for me in the performance of public office, will I be present at such a scene.
For weeks afterwards I scarcely slept; day and night there was before me that terrible brazen image of Moloch.

If I fell off to sleep, I woke bathed in perspiration as I heard the screams of the infants as they were dropped into those huge hands, heated to redness, stretched out to receive them.

I cannot believe, Giscon, that the gods are so cruel.
"Then there was the slaughter of a score of captives taken in war.