In these regions no weapon can touch me. But go, Nevita; take the supreme command; my horse was shot under me, and——
Nevita.
My Emperor, then after all you are hurt?
Julian.
No; only a blow on the head; a little dizzy. Go, go—— What is this? So many strange multitudes thronging in among us!
Nevita.
[In a low voice.] Anatolus, you must answer for the Emperor.
Anatolus.
Never fear, sir!
[Nevita goes off with his followers to the right. The Emperor Julian, Anatolus, and some of the Imperial Guard remain behind. The fight on the plain rolls further and further back.