Then they bid him leave, and they rowed thence till they reached another island. Dead men in one part of it: living men in another part. They uttered great yells and awful howls whenever the enormous rollers of red flame of the fiery sea came over them. Great and vast was the plain wherein they were, and of them was a band with feet of iron under them. Thereafter the pilgrims rowed thence till they saw the heavy, fiery flagstones, and thereon a huge host burning, with red fiery spits through them. They were uttering great grievous yells. The pilgrims were asking them what were the flagstones. This is a flagstone of the flagstones of Hell, say they and we are souls that fulfilled not in the earthly life our judgement of repentance. And tell everyone to save himself from this flagstone, for whosoever cometh here departeth not till Doomsday.