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This was , the dread judge of the underworld. He didn't look like a king; he looked like a nightmare. With a tail that coiled around his massive torso like a whip of scales, he snarled at the approaching poets.

"Poet," Dante pleaded, "I would gladly speak to those two who go together and seem so light upon the wind." Virgil nodded. "Call them by the love that leads them."

"O thou that comest to the abode of pain!" Minos bellowed, his voice vibrating in Dante's very marrow. "Look how thou enterest, and in whom thou trustest!" Inferno Episodio 2 di 7

She described how they were murdered by her husband—Paolo’s brother—before they could repent. As she spoke, Paolo did nothing but sob, his grief a silent echo to her tale.

Among the blurred shapes, two shadows caught his eye. They flew together, buffeted by the wind but never drifting apart. This was , the dread judge of the underworld

Minos growled, a sound like grinding stones, and turned back to a trembling soul before him. As the sinner confessed their life of lust, Minos ’s tail lashed out, encircling his body exactly . With a silent, horrific velocity, the soul was flung into the dark air, sucked into the vortex to join the millions already swirling there.

Virgil stepped forward, his voice a calm anchor in the chaos. "Hinder not his fated going. It is so willed where power is what it wills; ask no more." "Poet," Dante pleaded, "I would gladly speak to

Like two doves returning to their nest, the pair descended from the gale. They were and Paolo Malatesta . Francesca spoke, her voice weeping even as she found words. She told of a book—the story of Lancelot—that they had read together one afternoon.