That night Raimundo de Sempere managed to escape from his cell and return home to see that his family and his book printing workshop had survived the catastrophe. At dawn, the printer approached the Sea Wall. The ruins of the shipwreck that had brought Edmond de Luna back to Barcelona were rocking in the tide. The sea had begun to tear apart the hull and he was able to penetrate it as if it were a house with a wall torn out. Going through the bowels of the ship in the spectral light of dawn, the printer finally found what he was looking for. The saltpeter had eaten away part of the outline, but the plans for the great labyrinth of books remained intact, just as Edmond de Luna had planned it. He sat down on the sand and unfolded it. His mind could not grasp the complexity and arithmetic that supported this illusion, but he told himself that greater minds would come along capable of elucidating its secrets and that, until then, until others wiser could find a way to save the labyrinth and remember the price of the beast, he would keep the plan in the family chest where one day, he had no doubt, he would find the labyrinth maker worthy of such a challenge.