What a most untimely chance! Just at this moment, when so many weighty matters are crowding in upon me. I cannot leave these things in Nevita’s hands. In such matters I can trust neither him nor others; I must do all myself.—’Tis true, I feel somewhat weary. How unfortunate!—Tell me, Ammian, what is the name of that ill-omened place?
Ammian.
What place, my gracious Emperor?
Julian.
The spot where the Persian javelin struck me?
Ammian.
’Tis called after the village of Phrygia——
Maximus.
Ah!
Julian.