Eutherius.
The whole town is in a frenzy. They are bearing the sick and crippled to the Princess’s bier; the priests let them touch it, and they go away healed.
Julian.
And this you yourself have seen?
Eutherius.
Yes, my lord; I saw an epileptic woman go forth from the church healed, praising the Galileans’ God.
Julian.
Ah, Maximus, Maximus!
Eutherius.
Hark, how the Christians exult;—some fresh miracle must have happened.