ore more than once or twice. At last there came a grave person
to the gate, named Good-will. He asked who was there, and whence he
came, and what he desired.

"I am a sinner," said Christian; "I come from the City of Destruction,
but am going to Mount Zion. I am told that by this gate is the way
thither, and I would know if you are willing to let me in."

"I am willing with all my heart," said Good-will, and he opened the
gate. So when Christian was stepping in, the other gave him a pull.

"Why do you do that?" said Christian.

Then Good-will told him, "A little distance from this gate a strong
castle has been built, of which Beelzebub is the captain. And he and
those that are with him shoot arrows at those that come up to this
gate, hoping they may die before they enter in."

So when Christian had come in, Good-will asked him who had directed
him to the gate.

"Evangelist bid me come here and knock, as I did. And he said that
you, sir, would tell me what I must do."

Then Good-will said, "Come a little way with me, good Christian, and I
will teach thee about the way thou must go. Look before thee; dost
thou see this narrow way? That is the way thou must go, and it is as
straight as a rule can make it. This is the way thou must go."

"But," said Christian, "are there no turnings, nor windings, by which
a stranger may lose his way?"

"Yes, there are many ways join this, but they are crooked and wide.
Thou mayest know the right from the wrong way, for the right way is
always strait and narrow."

Then I saw in my dream that Christian asked him if he could not help
him off with his burden that was upon his back. For as yet he had not
got rid of it, nor could he get it off without help. But Good-will
said, "Thou must be content to bear it, until thou comest to a place
where stands a Cross, for there it will fall from thy back of itself."

Then Christian began to get ready to continue his journey. So
Good-will told him that when he had gone some distance from the gate,
he would come to the house of the Interpreter, at whose door he should
knock, and he would show him wonderful things. Then Christian took
leave of his friend, and he again bid him Godspeed. Now Christian went
on till he came to the house of the Interpreter, where he knocked over
and over. At last one came to the door and asked who was there.

"Sir," said Christian, "I am a traveler who was told by Good-will to
call here. I would therefore speak wi