hway side. So I saw in my dream that
he made haste, that if possible he might get lodging there. Now before
he had gone far, he entered into a very narrow passage; and looking
before him as he went, he espied two lions in the way. The lions were
chained, but Christian did not see the chains. Then he was afraid and
thought he would go back, but the porter at the lodge, whose name is
Watchful, seeing Christian stop, as if he would go back, cried, "Fear
not the lions, for they are chained."

Then I saw that Christian went on till he came and stood before the
gate where the porter was. And Christian said to the porter, "Sir,
what house is this? May I lodge here to-night?"

The porter answered, "This house was built by the Lord of the hill,
for the safety of pilgrims."

So Watchful the porter rang a bell, at the sound of which a grave and
beautiful damsel came out of the door. When she saw Christian she
brought him into the Palace Beautiful, and she and her sisters talked
with him until supper was ready. Now all their talk at table was about
the Lord of the hill, and, by what they said, I knew that He had been
a great Warrior, and that He had fought and slain Death, but not
without great danger to Himself, which made me love Him the more. They
talked together till late at night, and after they had committed
themselves to their Lord for protection, they went to bed. The room in
which the pilgrim slept had a window opening towards the sunrising,
and the name of the room was Peace. In the morning they all got up,
and after some more talk, they told him that they would take him to
the armory before he left them. So they did, and when he came out, he
was harnessed from head to foot, lest he should be attacked in the
way. Then Christian walked with his friends to the gate, and there he
asked the porter if he had seen any pilgrims pass.

The porter answered, "Yes, a pilgrim called Faithful has passed this
way."

"Oh," said Christian, "I know him. He comes from the place where I was
born. How far do you think he has got?"

"By this time he is below the hill," said the porter.

Then Christian began to go down the hill into the Valley of
Humiliation, where it is difficult not to slip. He went down very
warily, yet he slipped once or twice. Now in the valley Christian had
a hard fight with a fiend called Apollyon. Apollyon was a monster and
hideous to behold. He was clothed with scales like a fish, he had
wings like a dragon,