"He is clothed in clouds and darkness!"
Above the moanings of the wind, and the roarings of the fire, soared the triumphant chant of the Galileans to the lurid vault of the sky—
"Clouds and darkness surround Him, fire tramples out His enemies before Him, and the mountains melt like wax before the face of the Lord, the Lord of all the earth!"
Julian grew pale at the audacity of joy resounding in the last line—
"Let all those who serve and boast themselves of their idols tremble, And let all gods bow down before Him!"
The Emperor leapt upon his horse, drew his sword, and shouted—
"Soldiers, follow me!"
He was about to rush in, disperse the triumphant mob, overset the shrine, and scatter the bones of the saint, but a firm hand seized the bridle of his horse—
"Out of the way!" cried Julian furiously, lifting his sword.
Next moment his arm fell. Before him stood the stern, calm face of Sallustius Secundus, who had just arrived from Antioch.