By reason that our wounds are closed again Ere any one in front of him repass. But who art thou, that musest on the crag, Perchance to postpone going to the pain That is adjudged upon thine accusations?” “Nor death hath reached him yet, nor guilt doth bring him,” My Master made reply, “to be tormented; But to procure him full experience, Me, who am dead, behoves it to conduct him Down here through Hell, from circle unto circle; And this is true as that I speak to thee.” More than a hundred were there when they heard him, Who in the moat stood still to look at me, Through wonderment oblivious of their torture. “Now say to Fra Dolcino, then, to arm him, 422 Thou, who perhaps wilt shortly see the sun, If soon he wish not here to follow me, So with provisions, that no stress of snow May give the victory to the Novarese, 423 Which otherwise to gain would not be easy.” After one foot to go away he lifted,