Together the pair went down the alley of cypresses leading to the sea. The moon-path of sensitive silver on the waters ran up to the horizon, and waves were breaking against a chalk cliff. At the end of the alley there was a semicircular seat. Above it the huntress Artemis, in short tunic, with crescented hair, quiver on shoulder, and two deer-hounds at her feet, looked down on the two young people. They sat down together. Arsinoë pointed out the hill of the Acropolis, so distant that the columns of the Parthenon could hardly be distinguished; and took up the thread of conversations started at their former meetings-- "See how beautiful it is!... And you would destroy that, Julian?" Making no reply, he stared on the ground. "I have thought much over what you said to me the last time we met, concerning this humility of yours," continued Arsinoë gently. "Was Alexander son of Philip of Macedon humble? And nevertheless is he not great and splendid?" Julian said nothing. "And Brutus, Brutus the stabber of Cæsar! Had Brutus turned the left cheek when struck on the right, do you think he would have been more sublime? Or, indeed, perhaps you consider him a criminal, you Galileans? Why can I not help thinking sometimes, Julian, that you are a hypocrite; and that these black habiliments are not your body's true raiment?" She turned brusquely towards his moon-lit face and regarded him steadfastly. "Arsinoë, what do you want of me?" murmured Julian, whose cheek was very pale. "I want you to be frankly my foe!" exclaimed the young girl. "You must not pass by like this, without telling me what you are. Sometimes I dream that it would be better if Rome and Athens were utterly ruined! Better burn a corpse than leave it unburied! And all our friends here--grammarians, rhetoricians--poets who write Imperial eulogies--all these are the rotting body of Greece and Rome. In their company one grows afraid, as among the shroudless dead.... Oh, you may triumph, Galileans! Soon corpses and ruins are all that will remain on earth!... And you, Julian.... But no!... It is impossible! I do not believe that you are with them and against Hellas--against me!..." Julian sprang up before her, pale and mute, longing to burst away. She held him back. "Tell me that you are my enemy," she said with heart-broken challenge in her voice. "Arsinoë!... Why----" "Tell me all!... I must know. Do you not feel how near we are? Or are you indeed afraid to speak?" "In two days I leave Athens," murmured Julian. "Why?--Where are you going?" "The Emperor has recalled me to Court--to die perhaps. I may now be looking at you for the last time." "Julian, you do not believe in Him?" cried Arsinoë, seeking to read the eyes of the monk. "Speak lower!"