With a bound he grasped it, stiffening his arms, and making a buttress of his feet, and at last the huge leaves partly opened.
Then when he was outside he took the great zaimph from his neck, and raised it as high as possible above his head.

The material, upborne by the sea breeze, shone in the sunlight with its colours, its gems, and the figures of its gods.

Matho bore it thus across the whole plain as far as the soldiers' tents, and the people on the walls watched the fortune of Carthage depart..