Here, Reader, fix thine eyes well on the truth, For now indeed so subtle is the veil, Surely to penetrate within is easy. I saw that army of the gentle-born Thereafterward in silence upward gaze, As if in expectation, pale and humble; And from on high come forth and down descend, I saw two Angels with two flaming swords, 656 Truncated and deprived of their points. 657 Green as the little leaflets just now born 658 Their garments were, which, by their verdant pinions Beaten and blown abroad, they trailed behind. One just above us came to take his station, And one descended to the opposite bank, So that the people were contained between them. Clearly in them discerned I the blond head; But in their faces was the eye bewildered, As faculty confounded by excess. “From Mary’s bosom both of them have come,” Sordello said, “as guardians of the valley Against the serpent, that will come anon.”