Mantua

Some incredulous people still aren’t convinced, it seems, of Virgil’s supernatural powers.
Well, let me show you another instance. Most of the time we spent in Mantua, the weather was hot, and the sky cloudless. One of those days, I went to see the poet, who was worriedly surveying his barren park, then suddenly raised his right hand, and right in front of him streams of cool water gushed from the earth, drenching the dust.
I have witnessed this myself, and you wouldn’t call me a liar, would you?