spirit has become flesh and the flesh spirit. All creation lies within my will and my power.
See, see,—there are the first sparks drifting aloft. The flames are licking up the cordage and the clustered masts.
[He shouts in the direction of the fire.
Spread; spread!
Maximus.
The wind anticipates your will. 'Tis rising to serve you.
Julian.
[Commanding with clenched hand.] Swell into a storm! More westerly! I command it!
Fromentinus.
[Enters from the right.] Most gracious Emperor,—suffer me to warn you. A dangerous disturbance has broken out in the camp.
Julian.
I will have no more disturbances. The army shall advance.
Fromentinus.
Yes, my Emperor,—but the refractory Galileans
Julian.
The Galileans? What of them?
Fromentinus.
Before the tables where the paymasters were distributing the soldiers' pay, your august image had been set up
Julian.
It is always to be so for the future.
