Anatolus.
No, I think not. There was a cry that he was unhurt, but——
Many of Nevita’s Followers.
There he is! There he is!
The Emperor Julian, without helmet or armour, with only a sword and shield, escorted by soldiers of the Imperial Guard, enters from the right.
Julian.
’Tis well I have found you, Nevita!
Nevita.
Ah, sire—without armour; how imprudent——
Julian.