Nevita.
Sire, whatever the omens may say, I tell you we must go hence. The soldiers are no longer to be depended on; they see clearly that our only hope lies in reaching the Armenian mountains.
Julian.
We will do so, Nevita,—whatever the omens say. Nevertheless it gives one a great feeling of security to know that one is acting, as it were, in concert with those unfathomable powers who, if they will, can so potently influence our destinies.
Nevita.
[Goes from him, and says shortly and decisively.] Anatolus, strike the Emperor’s tent!
[He whispers some words to the Captain of the Guard, and goes out to the right.
Julian.
All auguries for these forty days have been inauspicious; and that proves that we may place trust in them; for in all that time our affairs have made but scant headway. But now, you see, my Oribases,—now that I have a fresh enterprise in view——
Ah! Maximus!