A group of men clad in red, in violet and in black, issued forth from the door of the temple and stopped on the steps.

They fixed their gaze upon him, pointing with their forefingers towards Castel Sant' Angelo, as if commanding him to leave the sacred spot.

But now it was no longer the vision, this was a new imagining.
He was standing, straight and bold, before the hostile band.

Suddenly behind him he heard the rumbling of hastening multitudes pouring into the square in streams from all the adjacent streets.

A human wave swept him along, and, proclaiming him the reformer of the Church, the true Vicar of Christ, set him upon the threshold of the temple.