"Who rouses us?"
"Ramses, a slave of the divinity," said the penitent.
"For what hast Thou come?"
"For the light of wisdom."
"What right hast Thou to ask for it?"
"I received the inferior consecration, and in great processions within the temple I carry a torch."
The gates opened widely. In the centre stood a priest in a white robe; he stretched forth his hand, and said slowly and distinctly,
"Enter. When Thou crossest this threshold, may divine peace dwell in thy soul, and may that be accomplished for which Thou implorest humbly."
When the penitent had fallen at his feet, the priest, making some signs above his head, whispered,
"In the name of Him who is, who has been, and who will be, who created everything, whose breath fills the visible and the invisible world, and who is life eternal."