Impossible; our travelling companions start at daybreak.
Julian.
At daybreak? Before midnight the day might dawn for you.
Basil.
Julian, let me not set forth in too great sorrow of soul. Tell me,—when Maximus has interpreted all riddles for you,—what then?
Julian.
Do you remember that river whereof Strabo writes—that river which rises in the Lybian mountains? It grows, and grows in its course; but when it is at its greatest, it oozes into the desert sands, and buries itself in the entrails of the earth, whence it arose.
Basil.
Say not that you long for death, Julian!
Julian.