Then he directed to the Friar this voice: “Be not displeased, if granted thee, to tell us If to the right hand any pass slope down By which we two may issue forth from here, Without constraining some of the black angels To come and extricate us from this deep.” Then he made answer: “Nearer than thou hopest There is a rock, that forth from the great circle 341 Proceeds, and crosses all the cruel valleys, Save that at this ’tis broken, and does not bridge it; You will be able to mount up the ruin, That sidelong slopes and at the bottom rises.” The Leader stood awhile with head bowed down; Then said: “The business badly he recounted Who grapples with his hook the sinners yonder.” And the Friar: “Many of the Devil’s vices 342 Once heard I at Bologna, and among them, That he’s a liar and the father of lies.” Thereat my Leader with great strides went on, Somewhat disturbed with anger in his looks; Whence from the heavy-laden I departed After the prints of his beloved feet.