"Do you wish to see the ruined Archangel?"
"Yes."
"Behold him!"
In the white smoke appeared faintly a head between two gigantic wings. The feathers of the wings swept out, drooping like branches of yew, and a bluish tint as of some lost sky trembled upon the melancholy plumes.
Someone cried to Julian from afar off—
"Julian! Julian! Deny the Galilean in my name!"
Julian held his peace.
Maximus muttered at his ear—
"If you wish to see the great Angel you must make this renunciation."
And Julian pronounced the words—