Once into the labyrinth of aged white walls she found a certain peace. The ruin had once been the rambling estate of an Athenian exiled to the island for reasons of political intrigue. It had been abandoned many years ago, although just why Aradna never learned. As no single flat space existed to serve as the base of the house, it meandered through several terraced levels, stone walls blending in and out of the vegetation, as if the designer had bent to nature's plans and constructed the buildings not to offend it. In this regard it was strangely modest, despite its size and wonderful placement.
Aradna's destination was always the same. She climbed to the very peak of the island, which was a lumpy rise within the estate's crumbling walls. There, beneath the ancient olive trees, with the grainy soil crackling beneath her sandals, she would turn and take in the panoramic, circular view of the sea as it stretched out in all directions. On a clear day, of which there were many, she believed she could see everything that floated within a day's sail. And it was for just this that she came, day after day. She waited through the slow dying of autumn and even through the winter, when ship traffic slowed. She would just sit on the blustery heights and watch the hand of the wind drag its fingertips across the waves. She would think of the first time she saw the soldier, naked and aroused, falling from midair down to the sandy riverbank near the Picene coast. She would marvel at how they had met again and again in the chaos of a war-torn country. She would recall bathing his naked body beside a great battlefield and think of his strange claims that he conversed with a slain Saguntine girl. She would remember that he had a gentle mouth. For a few moments she would feel ashamed that she had parted with him angrily, calling him a fool for journeying back to Africa with his commander. But she did not chastise herself too much. He was a fool. There was no disputing that.
But he also had a destiny that she knew would not be decided on a battlefield. That was why she climbed here every day, because she would eventually see the sails of the ship bearing him home. One way or another, Imco Vaca would find her again. She was sure of this. Of course he would. It was only with this possibility that any of her life made any sense. So she chose to believe it.
HISTORICAL NOTE
Following the close of Hannibal's war, the treaty between Carthage and Rome formally held for fifty years. The Carthaginians paid the yearly indemnities on time or early, and before long the city began to prosper once more. Hannibal was elected Shophet (or Suffete) in 200 B.C., largely with the support of the populace against the power held by the oligarchy. Holding supreme power for five years, he implemented a number of democratic and financial reforms. But his old enemies within the Council conspired against him. They sent word to Rome that he was planning new hostilities against them. He was forced to flee the city to avoid capture by the Romans and spent the rest of his life as a mercenary general in largely unsuccessful wars against Rome's eastward expansion, first for the Syrian king Antiochus III and later for Prusias I of Bithynia (northern Turkey). It was in Bithynia, at the age of sixty-four, that Hannibal decided to stop fighting and to stop running. He committed suicide by taking poison. His last words are reported to have been “Let us now put an end to the anxiety of the Romans who could not wait for the death of this hated old man.”
Even with Hannibal dead, Rome feared Carthage's power. By 191 B.C., the Council offered to pay off all the tribute scheduled for the next forty years. Such wealth may have been as alarming as any military prowess. In 149 B.C., Rome declared war once again, this time on a pretext stemming from a dispute between Carthage and the aged, prospering King Masinissa. Carthage fell after a three-year siege and her citizens were killed. A door-to-door slaughter left only fifty thousand survivors out of an estimated seven hundred thousand. Buildings were knocked down, burned, obliterated. Carthaginian culture, literature, art, and customs were systematically erased from the world's historical legacy. Having destroyed its greatest rival, Rome went on to build a vast empire.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
For their kindness in reading early portions of this work I would like to thank Laughton and Patricia Johnston, Nick Armstrong, Beth Johnston, Jim Rankin, Gordon Eldrett, Helen Harper, Jamie Johnston, Sorley Johnston, and Jane Stevenson. Everything in these pages had to survive the prior scrutiny of my wife, Gudrun—and this was a good thing. I thank my children for filling the workdays with joyful interruptions. Especially, I am indebted to my son, Sage, for inspiring one of the novel's characters. You will know the one I mean. Thanks to Sloan Harris for continuing to represent. And thanks to all the folks at Doubleday and Anchor for their faith, especially Gerry Howard, Bill Thomas, Steve Rubin, and Alice Van Straalen. Special acknowledgment must go to Deborah Cowell, my first editor and the undeniable reason that this book is in your hands right now. I also appreciate it that the folks at the Birnam Institute in Birnam, Scotland, provided me the luxury of a chair with a view and good coffee. Much of this novel was written in that corner, looking over the gardens.
This book is a work of fiction and should only be read as a novel. It was inspired by real figures and events, but I have taken many liberties to arrange the material into a workable narrative. For those interested in a historian's take, there are many sources to consult, beginning with the ancients themselves: Polybius and Livy. Among the many more recent texts I considered, I wore a few thin and ragged: Lesley and Roy A. Adkins' Handbook to Life in Ancient Rome; Nigel Bagnall's The Punic Wars; Ernle Bradford's Hannibal; Brian Caven's The Punic Wars; Leonard Cottrell's Hannibal: Enemy of Rome; Gregory Daly's Cannae; Theodore Ayrault Dodge's Hannibal; Florence Dupont's Daily Life in Ancient Rome; Peter Berresford Ellis' The Celtic Empire; Gustave Flaubert's Salammbô; Adrian Goldsworthy's Cannae; Victor Hanson's Carnage and Culture; B. H. Liddell Hart's Scipio Africanus; Serge Lancel's Hannibal; J. F. Lazenby's The First Punic War and Hannibal's War: A Military History of the Second Punic War; John Peddie's Hannibal's War; John Prevas' Hannibal Crosses the Alps; Frank M. Snowden's Blacks in Antiquity; John Gibson Warry's Warfare in the Classical World; and Terrence Wise's Armies of the Carthaginian Wars, 265–146 B.C.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
David Anthony Durham is the author of the novels Gabriel's Story and Walk Through Darkness, both New York Times Notable Books. In 2002 he received the Legacy Award for Debut Fiction from the Zora Neale Hurston/Richard Wright Foundation. He lives with his wife and two children in rural Scotland.
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Pride of Carthage : a novel of Hannibal / David Anthony Durham.
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1. Punic War, 2nd, 218–201 B.C.—Fiction. 2. Hannibal, 247–182 B.C.—Fiction. 3. Carthage (Extinct city)—Fiction. 4. Generals— Fiction. I. Title
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