Canto XXVIII

He bore me unto Minos, who entwined Eight times his tail about his stubborn back, And after he had bitten it in great rage, Said: ā€˜Of the thievish fire a culprit this’; Wherefore, here where thou seest, am I lost, And vested thus in going I bemoan me.ā€ When it had thus completed its recital, The flame departed uttering lamentations, Writhing and flapping its sharp-pointed horn. Onward we passed, both I and my Conductor, Up o’er the crag above another arch, Which the moat covers, where is paid the fee By those who, sowing discord, win their burden.

The Ninth Bolgia: schismatics⁠—Mahomet and Ali⁠—Pier da Medicina, Curio, Mosca, and Bertrand de Born.

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