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442 the carpenter's son is drawing to its close; we know that. His reign is to last as many years as the year has days; and now we have

My beloved master, would not a bath refresh you?

Do you think so?—You may go, Eutherius! Go, go! I have something to say to Oribases.

['' goes off behind the tent. The Emperor draws over to the other side.''

Has Eutherius told you aught this morning?

No, sire!

Has he told you nothing about last night?

No, my Emperor—nothing at all. Eutherius is very silent.

If he should tell you anything, do not believe it. The thing did not happen at all as he pretends. 'Tis he who is seeking my life.

He,—your old and faithful servant!

I shall keep an eye on him.