Agathon.
Then your mind was set on being a great and victorious warrior.
Julian.
They were happy times, those six years in Cappadocia. Were the years longer then than now? It seems so, when I think of all they contained——
Yes, they were happy years. We at our books, and Gallus on his Persian horse. He swept over the plain like the shadow of a cloud.—Oh, but one thing you must tell me. The church——?
Agathon.
The church? Over the Holy Mamas’s grave?
Julian.
[Smiling faintly.] Which Gallus and I built Gallus finished his aisle; but I——; mine never fully prospered.—How has it gone on since?
Agathon.