Then said he with a smile: “I am Manfredi, 566 The grandson of the Empress Costanza; 567 Therefore, when thou returnest, I beseech thee Go to my daughter beautiful, the mother 568 Of Sicily’s honor and of Aragon’s, And the truth tell her, if aught else be told. After I had my body lacerated By these two mortal stabs, I gave myself Weeping to Him, who willingly doth pardon. Horrible my iniquities had been; But Infinite Goodness hath such ample arms, That it receives whatever turns to it. Had but Cosenza’s pastor, who in chase 569 Of me was sent by Clement at that time, In God read understandingly this page, The bones of my dead body still would be At the bridge-head, near unto Benevento, Under the safeguard of the heavy cairn. Now the rain bathes and moveth them the wind, Beyond the realm, almost beside the Verde,