Jovian.
[Speaking into the tent.] It shall be done, my gracious Emperor!
Kytron.
Ah, most excellent Jovian! Well? Is the retreat decided on?
Jovian.
I would not counsel any one to call it a retreat.
[He goes out behind the tent.
Kytron.
Oh these soldiers! A philosopher’s peace of mind is nothing to them. Ah!
[The Emperor Julian comes out of the tent; he is pale and haggard. With him come the Chamberlain Eutherius and several officers; the latter go off over the plain to the right.