That ’twixt Romagna lies and that of Charles, Thou be so courteous to me of thy prayers In Fano, that they pray for me devoutly, That I may purge away my grave offences. From thence was I; but the deep wounds, through which Issued the blood wherein I had my seat, 589 Were dealt me in bosom of the Antenori, 590 There where I thought to be the most secure; ’Twas he of Este had it done, who held me In hatred far beyond what justice willed. But if towards the Mira I had fled, 591 When I was overtaken at Oriaco, I still should be o’er yonder where men breathe. I ran to the lagoon, and reeds and mire Did so entangle me I fell, and saw there A lake made from my veins upon the ground.” Then said another: “Ah, be that desire Fulfilled that draws thee to the lofty mountain, As thou with pious pity aidest mine. I was of Montefeltro, and am Buonconte; 592