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caesar's apostasy.
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Arise and come to light, thou willing slave, thou who didst help at the world's next great turning-point.
Julian.
[Gazes for a moment into the empty space; suddenly he makes a gesture of repulsion towards the seat at its side, and says in a low voice:] No nearer!
Maximus.
[Who has turned his back.] Dost thou see him?
Julian.
Yes.
Maximus.
How dost thou see him?
Julian.
I see him as a red-bearded man. His garments are rent, and he has a rope round his neck
Speak to him, Maximus!
Maximus.
'Tis thou must speak.
Julian.
What wast thou in life?
A Voice.
[Close beside him.] The twelfth wheel of the world chariot.
Julian.
The twelfth? The fifth is reckoned useless.
The Voice.
But for me, whither had the chariot rolled?
