[Shrieks.] Julian! Julian! Julian!
Julian.
Speak, speak! What is befalling us?
Maximus.
The hour of annunciation is upon thee!
Julian.
[Springing up and shrinking far back from the table.] Ah!
[The table lamps seem on the point of extinction; over the great bronze lamp rises a bluish circle of light.
Maximus.
[Casting himself wholly down.] Thine eye toward the light!