GALLICANUS. To the enemy.
CONSTANTINE. And what did you do?
GALLICANUS. What could I do but take to flight?
CONSTANTINE. Impossible!
GALLICANUS. It is true.
CONSTANTINE. What anguish for a man of your courage!
GALLICANUS. The sharpest.
CONSTANTINE. And how did you escape?
GALLICANUS. My faithful companions, John and Paul, advised me to make a vow to the Creator.
CONSTANTINE. Good advice.
GALLICANUS. I found it so. Hardly had I opened my lips to make the vow than I received help from heaven.
CONSTANTINE. How?
GALLICANUS. A young man of immense stature appeared before me carrying a cross on his shoulder. He bade me follow him sword in hand.
CONSTANTINE. This young man, whoever he was, was sent from heaven.
GALLICANUS. So it proved. At the same moment I saw at my side some soldiers whose faces were strange to me. They promised me their help.
CONSTANTINE. The host of Heaven!
GALLICANUS. I am sure of it. Following in the steps of my guide, I advanced fearlessly into the midst of the enemy until I came face to face with their King, by name Bradan. Suddenly overcome by the strangest terror
