The Emperor is at death’s door.
Sallust.
The Emperor still lives. The letters you wrote him as to your election——
Julian.
My enforced election. They constrained me, I had no choice.
Sallust.
The Emperor does not hold that explanation valid. He designs, as soon as he has mustered an army in the eastern provinces, to march into Gaul.
Julian.
How know you that——?
Sallust.