Julian.
Good, good. And how did my dream seem to affect the soldiers?
Kytron.
Some praised you with joyful voices, and hailed you as divine; others on the contrary
Priscus.
Those others were Galileans, Kytron!
Kytron.
Yes, yes, most of them were Galileans; and these smote upon their breasts and uttered loud lamentations.
Julian.
I will not let the matter rest here. The busts of myself, which I have provided for erection in the towns I am to conquer, shall be set up round the camp, over all the paymasters' tables. Lamps shall be lighted beside the busts; braziers, with sweet-smelling incense, shall burn before them; and every soldier, as he comes forward to receive his pay, shall cast some grains of incense on the fire.
Oribases.
Most gracious Emperor, forgive me, but—is that expedient?
Julian.
Why not? I marvel at you, my Oribases!
Priscus.
Ah, sire, you may well marvel? Not expedient to?
