Maximus.
Oh, I beseech you—think not of sorrowful things. The Persian army is before you. To-morrow will come the battle. You will conquer——
Julian.
I—conquer? You do not know who was with me an hour ago.
Maximus.
Who was with you?
Julian.
I had fallen asleep on my couch in the tent. Suddenly I was awakened by a strong red glare, that seemed to burn through my closed eye-lids. I looked up and beheld a figure standing in the tent. Over its head was a long drapery, falling on both sides, so as to leave the face free.
Maximus.
Knew you this figure?