Meanwhilehisguidehadpassedalongwaydownthelineandhaltinginfrontofanothergold-wrappedfigure，openeditsmask。
“Thisisthatman，“shesaid，“whotoldushecamefromalandcalledRoma。Look，thehelmetstillrestsuponhishead，thoughtimehaseatenintoit，andthatringuponyourhandwastakenfromhisfinger。
Ihaveahead-dressmadeuponthemodelofthathelmetwhichIwearsometimesinmemoryofthismanwho，mysoulremembers，wasbraveandpleasantandagallantlover。“
“Indeed，“answeredAlan，lookingatthesunkenfaceabovewhicharimofcurlsappearedbeneaththerustinghelmet。“Well，hedoesn’tlookverygallantnow，doeshe？“ThenhepeereddownbetweenthebodyanditsgoldcasingandsawthatinhisbodyhandthemanstillheldashortRomansword，liftedasthoughinsalute。Soshehadnotliedinthismattereither。
MeanwhiletheAsikahadglidedontotheendofthehallbehindtheheapsoftreasure。