The Alemanni will not bow.
Helena.
Then they shall die! Like sweet incense shall their blood rise up to Him, the blessed One. We will magnify His glory; His praise shall be made manifest in us. I myself will do my part. The women of the Alemanni shall be my care. If they will not bow, they shall be sacrificed! And then, my Julian—when next you see me——; young, young once more! Give me the women of the Alemanni, my beloved! Blood—’twould be no murder, and the remedy is a sovereign one—a bath of young virgins’ blood——
Julian.
Helena, the thought is crime!
Helena.
Is it crime to commit crime for your sake?
Julian.
You beautiful, you peerless one!
Helena.