And may not the same be said both of Herakles and of Achilles, and, finally, of the Macedonian Alexander, with whom some have compared me, partly on account of what I achieved in Gaul, partly, and especially, on account of my designs in the present campaign?
Nevita.
My Emperor—the rear-guard is now beneath us—it is perhaps time
Julian.
Presently, Nevita! First I must tell you of a strange dream I had last night.
I dreamed that I saw a child pursued by a rich man who owned countless flocks, but despised the worship of the gods.
This wicked man exterminated all the child's kindred. But Zeus took pity on the child itself, and held his hand over it.
Then I saw this child grow up into a youth, under the care of Minerva and Apollo.
Further, I dreamed that the youth fell asleep upon a stone beneath the open sky.
Then Hermes descended to him, in the likeness of a young man, and said: "Come; I will show thee the way to the abode of the highest god!" So he led the youth to the foot of a very steep mountain. There he left him.
Then the youth burst out into tears and lamentations, and called with a loud voice upon Zeus. Lo, then, Minerva and the Sun-King who rules the earth descended to his side, bore him aloft to the peak of the mountain, and showed him the whole inheritance of his race.
