Nevita.
What mean you, my Emperor? There is nothing to wait for. We are without supplies; scattered bands of the enemy's horsemen are already appearing both in the east and in the south
Julian.
Yes, yes, we <g>must</g> advance,—northwards. Maximus must soon be here. I have sent to the rear for the Etruscan soothsayers; they shall try once moreI have also discovered some Magians, who say they are well versed in the Chaldean mysteries. Our own priests are taking the omens in nine different places
Nevita.
Sire, whatever the omens may say, I tell you we must go hence. The soldiers are no longer to be depended on; they see clearly that our only hope lies in reaching the Armenian mountains.
Julian.
We will do so, Nevita,—whatever the omens say. Nevertheless it gives one a great feeling of security to know that one is acting, as it were, in concert with those unfathomable powers who, if they will, can so potently influence our destinies.
Nevita.
[Goes from him, and says shortly and decisively.] Anatolus, strike the Emperor's tent!
[He whispers some words to the Captain of
the Guard, and goes out to the right.
