Giovanna, nor none other cares for me; 593 Hence among these I go with downcast front.” And I to him: “What violence or what chance Led thee astray so far from Campaldino, 594 That never has thy sepulture been known?” “Oh,” he replied, “at Casentino’s foot A river crosses named Archiano, born Above the Hermitage in Apennine. 595 There where the name thereof becometh void 596 Did I arrive, pierced through and through the throat, Fleeing on foot, and bloodying the plain; There my sight lost I, and my utterance Ceased in the name of Mary, and thereat I fell, and tenantless my flesh remained. Truth will I speak, repeat it to the living; God’s Angel took me up, and he of hell 597 Shouted: ‘O thou from heaven, why dost thou rob me? Thou bearest away the eternal part of him, For one poor little tear, that takes him from me;