Tattooed in sea-blue were all the groups and clusters of the Archipelago; and every time he breathed, rose and fell the isles, as by a tide: Dominora full upon his heart.
His sturdy thighs were his triumphal arch; whereon in numerous medallions, crests, and shields, were blazoned all his victories by sea and land.
His strong right arm was Dominora's scroll of Fame, where all her heroes saw their names recorded .-- An endless roll! Our chronicler avouched, that on the sole of Bello's dexter foot was stamped the crest of Franko's king, his hereditary foe.

"Thus, thus," cried Bello, stamping, "thus I hourly crush him." In stature, Bello was a mountaineer; but, as over some tall tower impends the hill-side cliff, so Bello's Athos hump hung over him.
Could it be, as many of his nobles held, that the old monarch's hump was his sensorium and source of strength; full of nerves, muscles, ganglions and tendons?
Yet, year by year it grew, ringed like the bole of his palms.

The toils of war increased it.

But another skirmish with the isles, said the wiseacres of Porpheero, and Bello's mount will crush him.
Against which calamity to guard, his medicos and Sangredos sought the hump's reduction.

But down it would not come.