Well, onSaturdayaboutmidnight, theybegantopray, andcontinuedinprayertillalmostbreakofday.
Now, alittlebeforeitwasday, goodChristian, asonehalfamazed, brakeoutintothisearnestspeech: "Whatafool," quothhe, "amItolieinafoul-smellingdungeon, whenImayaswellwalkatliberty! IhaveakeyinmybosomcalledPromise, thatwill, Iamsure, openanylockinDoubtingCastle." ThensaidHopeful, "Thatisgoodnews, goodbrother: pluckitoutofthybosom, andtry."
ThenChristianpulleditoutofhisbosom, andbegantotryatthedungeondoor, whosebolt, asheturnedthekey, gaveback, andthedoorflewopenwithease, , , hewenttotheirongate, forthatmustbeopenedtoo; butthatlockwentexceedinglyhard, ; butthatgate, asitopened, madesuchacreaking, thatitwakedGiantDespairwho, hastilyrisingtopursuehisprisoners, felthislimbstofail; forhisfitstookhimagain, , andcametotheKing'shighwayagain, andsoweresafebecausetheywereoutofGiantDespair'srule.
Now, whentheyweregoneoverthestile, , andtoengraveuponthesidethereofthissentence: "OverthisstileisthewaytoDoubtingCastle, whichiskeptbyGiantDespair, whodespiseththeKingoftheCelestialCountry, andseekstodestroyHisholypilgrims." Many, therefore, thatfollowedafter, readwhatwaswritten, , theysangasfollows:
"Outofthewaywewent, andthenwefound
What 'twastotreaduponforbiddenground:
Andletthemthatcomeafterhaveacare,
Lestheedlessnessmakethemaswetofare;
Lesttheyfortrespassinghisprisonersare
WhoseCastle'sDoubting, andwhosename'sDespair."
