Anatolus.
Yes, sire, beyond a doubt.
Julian.
They are dead, yes! They know nought, then, either of the defeat at Jerusalem or the other defeats.—Think you many more Greeks will fall in the battle, Anatolus?
Anatolus.
Sire, let us hope the bloodiest work is over.
Julian.
Many, many more will fall, I tell you! But not enough. Of what use is it that many should fall? None the less will posterity learn——
Tell me, Anatolus, how think you the Emperor Caligula pictured to himself that sword?
Anatolus.