Then I, as if compunctious for my fault, Said: “Now, then, you will tell that fallen one, That still his son is with the living joined. And if just now, in answering, I was dumb, Tell him I did it because I was thinking Already of the error you have solved me.” And now my Master was recalling me, Wherefore more eagerly I prayed the spirit That he would tell me who was with him there. He said: “With more than a thousand here I lie; Within here is the second Frederick, 145 And the Cardinal, and of the rest I speak not.” 146 Thereon he hid himself; and I towards The ancient poet turned my steps, reflecting Upon that saying, which seemed hostile to me. He moved along; and afterward, thus going, He said to me, “Why art thou so bewildered?” And I in his inquiry satisfied him. “Let memory preserve what thou hast heard Against thyself,” that Sage commanded me, “And now attend here”; and he raised his finger. “When thou shalt be before the radiance sweet