At the angle of a wall a man drew back frightened by the sparkling thing which pierced the darkness.
"Hide the zaimph!" said Spendius.
Other people passed them, but without perceiving them.
At last they recognised the houses of Megara.
The pharos, which was built behind them on the summit of the cliff, lit up the heavens with a great red brightness, and the shadow of the palace, with its rising terraces, projected a monstrous pyramid, as it were, upon the gardens.

They entered through the hedge of jujube-trees, beating down the branches with blows of the dagger.
The traces of the feast of the Mercenaries were everywhere still manifest.

The parks were broken up, the trenches drained, the doors of the ergastulum open.

No one was to be seen about the kitchens or cellars.

They wondered at the silence, which was occasionally broken by the hoarse breathing of the elephants moving in their shackles, and the crepitation of the pharos, in which a pile of aloes was burning.
Matho, however, kept repeating: "But where is she?
I wish to see her! Lead me!" "It is a piece of insanity!" Spendius kept saying.