‘Since thou wouldst fain so inwardly discern, Briefly will I relate,’ she answered me, ‘Why I am not afraid to enter here. Of those things only should one be afraid Which have the power of doing others harm; Of the rest, no; because they are not fearful. God in his mercy such created me That misery of yours attains me not, Nor any flame assails me of this burning. A gentle Lady is in Heaven, who grieves 38 At this impediment, to which I send thee, So that stern judgment there above is broken. In her entreaty she besought Lucìa, 39 And said, “Thy faithful one now stands in need Of thee, and unto thee I recommend him.” Lucìa, foe of all that cruel is, Hastened away, and came unto the place Where I was sitting with the ancient Rachel. 40 “Beatrice,” said she, “the true praise of God, Why succorest thou not him, who loved thee so, For thee he issued from the vulgar herd?