Who up his stairs so far has guided you?” And said my Teacher: “If thou note the marks 944 Which this one bears, and which the Angel traces, Well shalt thou see he with the good must reign. But because she who spinneth day and night 945 For him had not yet drawn the distaff off, Which Clotho lays for each one and compacts, His soul, which is thy sister and my own, In coming upwards could not come alone, By reason that it sees not in our fashion. Whence I was drawn from out the ample throat Of Hell to be his guide, and I shall guide him As far on as my school has power to lead. 946 But tell us, if thou knowest, why such a shudder Erewhile the mountain gave, and why together All seemed to cry, as far as its moist feet?” In asking he so hit the very eye Of my desire, that merely with the hope My thirst became the less unsatisfied. “Naught is there,” he began, “that without order 947