Lest he should die under our hands, we had at last to release the obstinate wretch. He remained for a time quite still, and seemed to reflect; then suddenly he demanded to be brought before the Emperor.
Julian.
This pleases me. And you are having him brought hither?
Fromentinus.
Yes, sire—here they come with him.
A detachment of soldiers enters, conducting Cyrillus.
Julian.
Ah, my good Cyrillus,—you are not quite so overweening as you were, I see.
Cyrillus.
Have you read in the entrails of some beast or bird what I have to say to you?