But he does not breathe.
Oribases.
Yes, he breathes.
Ammian enters softly, with the Emperor’s sword and shield, which he lays down, and remains standing beside the curtain.
Priscus.
Ah, good captain, how go affairs without?
Ammian.
Better than here. Is he already——?
Priscus.
No, no, not yet. But is it certain that we have defeated the Persians?