The tenth and last Pit is traversed, and when the giant Antæus has lifted them down into the sorrowful pit towards which all the rest of Hell converges, the poets have nearly reached the centre of the earth. For they have been descending continually, finding a slight fall between each circle, and between the great divisions of different classes of sin, three sharp steep falls—the cliff descending to the River of blood and other circles of the violent, the precipice down which Geryon carried them to the Malebolge of Fraud, and the Dark Pit to the bottom of which Antæus conveyed them, where in the Frozen Lake treachery was punished. Last of all, at the very centre and bottom of the whole “dolorous kingdom” of Lucifer, they see its King, and Virgil says all has been seen, and it is time to depart, for Night is rising again. Thus we see that the journey through the Inferno has taken exactly the time from one sunset to another, twenty-four hours. Now Virgil seizes the shaggy side of the fiend, while the monstrous wings are raised, and with Dante clinging to him climbs down the side, as far as the hip; here with difficulty and labour the master turns round, so that his head is where his feet were, and climbs up, panting, so that Dante thinks they are returning. But when the ascent has been made, and both poets sit down to rest, Dante sees to his astonishment that the frozen lake is gone, the head and wings of Lucifer are gone, they are looking down upon him, and see only his legs which are directed upwards! To add to Dante’s bewilderment, Virgil now says, “Rise, for the way is long and the road is bad, and the sun has already returned to middle-tierce,” which, as we have seen, means at the time of the equinox 7.30 in the morning. Night was just beginning in the dreadful place they have so recently left, but now for the first time Virgil mentions the sun as giving them the time, and it is early morning.