At its end the Roman received a password.

Then a door swung and again he was on the pavements of Jerusalem, and, far away, could see the lights of Temple Hill.
His conductor, returning, announced the departure of "the new voice." "We will now hear from the keeper of records," said one.
A voice quickly answered: "He secured a lock of his hair." "And what says the keeper of the hidden light ?" Then said another voice: "He now sees but one obstacle." "And what says the Angel of Death ?" A low, deep tone broke the silence in which all waited.

"The sixth day before the kalends, he shall claim his own," so it answered.
"Enough," said the questioner.

"The ways lead to safety.

I bid you go." One by one the councillors began to leave.