"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!"
Among the blurred shapes, two shadows caught his eye. They flew together, buffeted by the wind but never drifting apart.
"O weary souls!" Dante cried out. "Come speak to us, if none deny it!" Inferno Episodio 2 di 7
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.
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. "O thou that comest to the abode of pain
"A Galeotto was the book and he who wrote it," she whispered. "That day, we read no further."
"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 weary souls
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.