Kytron.
Ah, gracious Emperor, have you discovered an expedient?
Julian.
There are expedients enough, Kytron; the only difficulty is to choose the best. We will slightly alter the line of advance
Priscus.
Oh, praise be to your wisdom!
Julian.
This eastward march—it leads to nothing.
Kytron.
No, no, that is certain!
Julian.
Now we will turn northward, Kytron!
Kytron.
What, sire,—northward?
Priscus.
Not westward?
Julian.
Not westward. Not by any means westward. That might be difficult on account of the rivers. And Ctesiphon we must leave till another time. Without ships we cannot think of taking the city. It was the Galileans who brought about the burning of the fleet; I have noted one thing and another.
Who dares call this northward movement a re-
