Julian.
Happy Hekebolius!
Hekebolius.
Then the rumour of all your marvellous exploits reached Crete
Julian.
Ah!
Hekebolius.
I asked myself: Is he more than mortal, this peerless youth? Under whose protection does he stand? Is it thus that the God of the Christians is wont to manifest his power?
Julian.
[In rapt attention.] Well; well!
Hekebolius.
I set myself to search once more the writings of the ancients. Light after light dawned upon me; oh, to have to confess this!
Julian.
Speak out—I beseech you!
Hekebolius.
[Falling on his knees.] Punish me according to your righteousness, sire; but renounce your youthful errors on things divine! Yes, most gracious Emperor, you are entangled in error, and I—oh, I marvel that the shame does not kill me—I, I have helped to lead you astray
Julian.
[With outstretched arms.] Come to my closest embrace!
