"When I began life my father taught me the new superstitions.

Its chains still hang about me; but in this fateful hour I feel more strongly than ever, and I mean to show, that I am faithful to the old gods.

We will not be wanting; but alas! there is no escape for us now if the Imperial party are staunch.

If they fall upon us before Barkas can join us, all is lost; if, on the contrary, Barkas comes at once and in time, there is still some hope; all may yet be well.

What can a party of monks do?
And as yet only our Constantine's heavy cavalry have come to the assistance of the two legions of the garrison." "Our Constantine!" shrieked Damia.