Hekebolius.
On the wings of anxiety and remorse, sire!
Julian.
And you have spoken to no one?
Hekebolius.
No, no, I have spoken to no one; but——?
Julian.
Oh, then you cannot have heard——
[He embraces him again.
My Hekebolius, listen and know! I too, like you, have cast off the yoke of error. The immortal Sun-King, to whom we mortals owe so much, I have restored to his ancient state; Fortuna has received her offering from my humble hands; and if, at this moment, you find me weary and somewhat unstrung, it is because I have but now been celebrating a festival in honour of the divine Dionysus.