He and Sordello both shrank back from me, Like people who are suddenly bewildered. One to Virgilius, and the other turned To one who sat there, crying, “Up, Currado! Come and behold what God in grace has willed!” Then, turned to me: “By that especial grace Thou owest unto Him, who so conceals His own first wherefore, that it has no ford, When thou shalt be beyond the waters wide, Tell my Giovanna that she pray for me, 661 Where answer to the innocent is made. I do not think her mother loves me more, Since she has laid aside her wimple white, Which she, unhappy, needs must wish again. 662 Through her full easily is comprehended How long in woman lasts the fire of love, If eye or touch do not relight it often. So fair a hatchment will not make for her 663 The Viper marshalling the Milanese 664 A-field, as would have made Gallura’s Cock.”