This was , the dread judge of the underworld. He didn't look like a king; he looked like a nightmare. With a tail that coiled around his massive torso like a whip of scales, he snarled at the approaching poets.
Dante looked up into the blackness. He saw them—the "carnal sinners" who had let their reason be swept away by desire. They were tossed like autumn leaves in a storm, never resting, never touching the ground. Inferno Episodio 2 di 7
Minos growled, a sound like grinding stones, and turned back to a trembling soul before him. As the sinner confessed their life of lust, Minos ’s tail lashed out, encircling his body exactly . With a silent, horrific velocity, the soul was flung into the dark air, sucked into the vortex to join the millions already swirling there. This was , the dread judge of the underworld
Like two doves returning to their nest, the pair descended from the gale. They were and Paolo Malatesta . Francesca spoke, her voice weeping even as she found words. She told of a book—the story of Lancelot—that they had read together one afternoon. Dante looked up into the blackness
"Poet," Dante pleaded, "I would gladly speak to those two who go together and seem so light upon the wind." Virgil nodded. "Call them by the love that leads them."