My Emperor, I implore you—build not too securely on the reports of a deserter like this.
Julian.
Aha—you seem perturbed, my Galilean councillor! All this is not quite to your mind. Perhaps you know more than you care to tell.
Go, Nevita,—and burn the ships!
[Nevita bows and goes out to the left. The captain leads the Persian away among the tents.
Julian.
Traitors in my own camp! Wait, wait,—I shall get to the bottom of these machinations.
The camp shall break up! Go, Jovian, see that the vanguard is afoot within an hour. The Persian knows the way. Go!
Jovian.
As you command, my august Emperor!