Pray let us go,” I said, “without an escort, If thou knowest how, since for myself I ask none. If thou art as observant as thy wont is, Dost thou not see that they do gnash their teeth, And with their brows are threatening woe to us?” And he to me: “I will not have thee fear; Let them gnash on, according to their fancy, Because they do it for those boiling wretches.” Along the left-hand dike they wheeled about; But first had each one thrust his tongue between 317 His teeth towards their leader for a signal; And he had made a trumpet of his rump.
Ciampolo, Friar Gomita, and Michael Zanche.