When they again somewhat were pacified, Of him, who still was looking at his wound, Demanded my Conductor without stay:
"Who was that one, from whom a luckless parting Thou sayest thou hast made, to come ashore?"
And he replied: "It was the Friar Gomita, He of Gallura, vessel of all fraud, Who had the enemies of his Lord in hand, And dealt so with them each exults thereat;
Money he took, and let them smoothly off, As he says; and in other offices A barrator was he, not mean but sovereign.
Foregathers with him one Don Michael Zanche Of Logodoro; and of Sardinia To gossip never do their tongues feel tired.
O me! see that one, how he grinds his teeth;
Still farther would I speak, but am afraid Lest he to scratch my itch be ****** ready."
And the grand Provost, turned to Farfarello, Who rolled his eyes about as if to strike, Said: "Stand aside there, thou malicious bird."
"If you desire either to see or hear,"
The terror-stricken recommenced thereon, "Tuscans or Lombards, I will make them come.
But let the Malebranche cease a little, So that these may not their revenges fear, And I, down sitting in this very place, For one that I am will make seven come, When I shall whistle, as our custom is To do whenever one of us comes out."
Cagnazzo at these words his muzzle lifted, Shaking his head, and said: "Just hear the trick Which he has thought of, down to throw himself!"
Whence he, who snares in great abundance had, Responded: "I by far too cunning am, When I procure for mine a greater sadness."
Alichin held not in, but running counter Unto the rest, said to him: "If thou dive, I will not follow thee upon the gallop, But I will beat my wings above the pitch;
The height be left, and be the bank a shield To see if thou alone dost countervail us."
O thou who readest, thou shalt hear new sport!
Each to the other side his eyes averted;
He first, who most reluctant was to do it.
The Navarrese selected well his time;
Planted his feet on land, and in a moment Leaped, and released himself from their design.
Whereat each one was suddenly stung with shame, But he most who was cause of the defeat;
Therefore he moved, and cried: "Thou art o'ertakern."
But little it availed, for wings could not Outstrip the fear; the other one went under, And, flying, upward he his breast directed;
Not otherwise the duck upon a sudden Dives under, when the falcon is approaching, And upward he returneth cross and weary.
Infuriate at the mockery, Calcabrina Flying behind him followed close, desirous The other should escape, to have a quarrel.
And when the barrator had disappeared, He turned his talons upon his companion, And grappled with him right above the moat.
But sooth the other was a doughty sparhawk To clapperclaw him well; and both of them Fell in the middle of the boiling pond.
A sudden intercessor was the heat;
But ne'ertheless of rising there was naught, To such degree they had their wings belimed.
Lamenting with the others, Barbariccia Made four of them fly to the other side With all their gaffs, and very speedily This side and that they to their posts descended;
They stretched their hooks towards the pitch-ensnared, Who were already baked within the crust, And in this manner busied did we leave them.
