The friends who boldly cast in their lot with you in this dangerous business, saw in imagination the same thing.
Julian.
The time is not auspicious, Sallust! Know you not that in the martial games, before we left Lutetia, my shield broke in pieces, so that only the handle remained in my grasp? And know you not that, when I was mounting my horse, the groom stumbled as I swung myself up from his folded hands?
Sallust.
Yet you gained the saddle, my lord!
Julian.
But the man fell.
Sallust.
Better men will fall if Caesar loiters.
Julian.