Most of the men wear pointed caps, and garments bedizened like the plumage of a peacock. But there are also people from the North clad in bearskins, nomads wearing mantles of brown wool, pallid Gangarides with long earrings;—and there seems to be as much confusion of rank as there is confusion of nations; for sailors and stone-cutters elbow the princes who wear tiaras blazing with carbuncles and who carry long canes with carven knobs. All proceed upon their way with dilated nostrils, absorbed by the same desire.
From time to time, they draw aside to make way for some long covered wagon drawn by oxen, or some ass jolting upon his back a woman bundled up in thick veils, who finally disappears in the direction of the cabins.
Anthony feels afraid; he half-resolves to turn back. But an unutterable curiosity takes possession of him, and draws him on.
At the foot of the cypress-trees there are ranks of women squatting upon deerskins, all wearing in lieu of diadem, a plaited fillet of ropes. Some, magnificently attired, loudly call upon the passers-by. Others, more timid, seek to veil their faces with their arms, while some matron standing behind them, their mother doubtless, exhorts them. Others, their heads veiled with a black shawl, and their bodies entirely nude, seem from afar off to be statues of flesh. As soon as a man has thrown some money upon their knees, they arise.
And the sound of kisses is heard under the foliage,—sometimes a great sharp cry.)
Hilarion. "These are the virgins of Babylon, who prostitute themselves to the goddess."
Anthony. "What goddess?"
Hilarion. "Behold her!"
(And he shows him at the further end of the avenue, upon the threshold of an illuminated grotto, a block of stone representing a woman.)