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Nothing—nothing

Phrygia? Is it so? Nevita and the others will have to take the command after all. Go, tell them

Sire, they have already, on your behalf

Have they? Yes, yes, that is well.

The world-will has laid an ambush for me, Maximus!

Your wound bleeds afresh, sire!

Oh, Oribases, why did you seek to hide it from me?

What did I seek to hide, my Emperor?

That I must die. Why not have told me before.

Oh, my Emperor!

Julian—Julian!

[He casts himself down, weeping, beside the bed.

Basil,—friend, brother,—we two have lived beautiful days together