"What are you doing? Let me go, let me go!"
She tried to cry out, to call the servant.
"Eleutheria! Eleutheria!"
"Why are you calling? Am I not your husband?"
She began to weep bitterly.
"Brother, this must not be.... I am the bride of Christ!... I believed that you...."
"The bride of the Roman Cæsar cannot be the bride of Christ!"
"Julian!... If you believe in Him...."
He smiled.
"I abhor the Galilean!"