- treat? What know you of my plans? The Persian
army is somewhere in the north; of that we are now pretty well assured. When I have crushed Sapor—one battle will finish the matter—we shall find abundant supplies in the Persian camp.
When I lead the Persian king as my captive through Antioch and the other cities, I would fain see whether the citizens will not fall at my feet.
Christian Soldiers.
[Pass singing over the plain.
Doomed is the world's proud cedar-tree,
The axe shall its roots dissever;
The palm He planted on Calvary,
Blood-watered, shall bloom for ever.
Julian.
[Following them with his eyes.] The Galileans are always singing. Songs about death and wounds and pain. Those women whom I brought with me to tend the sick—they have done us more harm than good. They have taught the soldiers strange songs, such as I have never heard before.
But hereafter I will punish no one for such things. It does but lead them deeper into error. Know you, Priscus, what happened of late, in the case of those mutineers who refused to show due reverence to the imperial busts?
Priscus.
Of <g>late</g>, sire?
Julian.
When, wishing to beget a wholesome dread in their companions in error, I ordered some of these men to be executed, the oldest of them stepped
