That hue which cowardice brought out on me, 124 Beholding my Conductor backward turn, Sooner repressed within him his new color. He stopped attentive, like a man who listens, Because the eye could not conduct him far Through the black air, and through the heavy fog. “Still it behoveth us to win the fight,” Began he; “Else⁠ ⁠… Such offered us herself⁠ ⁠… 125 O how I long that someone here arrive!” 126 Well I perceived, as soon as the beginning He covered up with what came afterward, That they were words quite different from the first; But none the less his saying gave me fear, Because I carried out the broken phrase, Perhaps to a worse meaning than he had. “Into this bottom of the doleful conch 127 Doth any e’er descend from the first grade, Which for its pain has only hope cut off?” This question put I; and he answered me: “Seldom it comes to pass that one of us