The courtiers, Valentine, Eusebius, Axentius, hastened to sign the scroll. But a murmur arose. "It is all a damnable device; a trick of the Arians! We will not let our patriarch suffer...." "The Emperor calls himself _eternal_ ... nobody is eternal but God! It is a mockery of holy things." Constantius, lurking behind the curtain, heard this last speech distinctly. Thrusting the hangings roughly by, he pushed unexpectedly into the hall. The lances of the guard surrounded him. His face expressed anger. A heavy silence fell upon the throng. "What is it, what is it?" the blind Ozius kept whispering in restless perplexity. "Fathers," the Emperor began, bridling his anger, "allow me, the servant of the Most High, to use my zeal under His providence to a successful issue. Athanasius is a rebel, the chief violator of universal concord and oecumenical peace." Fresh murmurs arose. Constantius was silent and ran a surprised look over the array of bishops. A voice shouted-- "Anathema upon the abominable Arian heresy!" "The faith against which you revolt," replied the Emperor, "is my faith. If it is heretical, why has the omnipotent God assigned victory to us over all our enemies? Constans, Vetranio, Gallus, the abominable Magnentius, why has God Himself placed the power over the world in our sacred hands?" The bishops were dumb; then the courtier Valentius, bishop of Mursa, bowing with great servility-- "God will unveil the truth to your wisdom, sire, well-beloved of the Lord! What you believe cannot be heresy. Did not Cyril of Jerusalem behold a rainbow-surmounted cross in the heavens on the day of your victory over Magnentius?" "It is my will," interrupted Constantius, rising from the throne. "Athanasius shall be laid low by the power God has entrusted to me. Pray that all these conflicts and controversies may cease, that the murderous heresy of the Sabæans, the partisans of Athanasius, may be destroyed, that the truth may shine into all hearts...." Suddenly the Emperor grew pale; the words expired on his lips. "What! How is it that he has been allowed to enter?" He pointed to a tall old man with a severe and majestic face. It was the bishop Hilarion of Pictavia (Poitiers), who had been exiled and ruined for his faith, one of the greatest enemies of the Arian Emperor. He had come to the council unsummoned, perhaps seeking martyrdom. The old man raised his hand to heaven as if calling down malediction upon the head of the Emperor, and his powerful voice thrilled the silent crowd--