The Ghent Review Volume1, Number 1, summer 2016 | Page 24

He is lord everywhere, but there he rules, and there is his city, and his high
throne: O, happy is he, whom he chooses to go there!’
And I to him: ‘Poet, I beg you, by the God, you did not acknowledge, lead me
where you said, so that I might escape this evil or worse, and see the Gate of
St. Peter, and those whom you make out to be so saddened.’
Then he moved: and I moved on behind him.