Matho laid his hand upon it; then he put his head through the opening, then he wrapped it about his body, and he spread out his arms the better to view it.
"Let us go!" said Spendius.
Matho stood panting with his eyes fixed upon the pavement.

Suddenly he exclaimed: "But what if I went to her?
I fear her beauty no longer! What could she do to me?
I am now more than a man.

I could pass through flames or walk upon the sea! I am transported! Salammbo! Salammbo! I am your master!" His voice was like thunder.

He seemed to Spendius to have grown taller and transformed.
A sound of footsteps drew near, a door opened, and a man appeared, a priest with lofty cap and staring eyes.

Before he could make a gesture Spendius had rushed upon him, and clasping him in his arms had buried both his daggers in his sides.