No, what can one expect? But the Emperor has received him graciously?
Decentius.
Knodomar is dead, my lord!
Julian.
[Stopping suddenly.] Knodomar dead!
Decentius.
Dead, in the foreigners’ quarters, on the Coelian hill.
Julian.
Dead? Indeed!—Ah, the Roman air is unwholesome.
Decentius.