Jovian,—what then?
Jovian.
Sire, a terrible, a monstrous stream of fire burst out of the caverns. A thundering noise shook the whole city. The vaults burst asunder; hundreds of workmen were killed in them, and the few who escaped fled with lacerated limbs.
Whispering Voices.
The Galileans’ God!
Julian.
Can I believe all this? Did you see it?
Jovian.
With my own eyes. We began anew. Sire, in the presence of many thousands—awestruck, kneeling, exulting, praying—the same wonder was twice repeated.
Julian.