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Caesar,—my Caesar, where are you?

[Calling out, in the vault underneath.] Helios! Helios!

Free!

Our Father which art in heaven!

Where is he? Eutherius, Oribases,—what is here afoot?

[In the church.] Hallowed be Thy name!

Julian.

[''Comes up the steps; he has blood on his forehead, on his breast, and on his hands.''] It is finished!

Caesar!

Blood-stained! What have you done?

Cloven the mists of terror.

Creation lies in your hand.