The Emperor Julian lies unconscious on his couch. The wounds in his right side, arm, and hand are bound up. Close to him stand Oribases and Makrina, with Eutherius. Further back Basil of Caesarea, and Priscus. At the foot of the bed stands Maximus the Mystic.
Makrina.
He bleeds again. I must bind the bandage tighter.
Oribases.
Thanks to you, tender woman; your heedful hands do us good service here.
Eutherius.
Is it possible that he still lives?
Oribases.
Certainly he lives.
Eutherius.