“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 with the master of the house.”  So he called for the master of the house, who, after a little time, came to Christian and asked what he would have.

“Sir,” said Christian, “I am a man that has come from the City of Destruction, and I am going to Mount Zion.  I was told by the man that stands at the Wicket-gate that if I called here you would show me things that would help me on my journey.”

Then said the Interpreter, “Come in, and I will show thee what will help thee.”  So he commanded his man to light the candle, and bid Christian follow him.  Then he took him into a private room, and bid his man open a door.  And Christian saw the picture of a very grave person hung up against the wall.  He had eyes lifted up to heaven, the best of books in his hand, and a crown of gold did hang over his head.

Then said Christian, “What means this?”

“The man whose picture this is,” answered the Interpreter, “is one of a thousand.  He is the only man who may be thy guide in all difficult places thou mayest meet with in the way.  Wherefore be very careful to remember whom thou hast seen.”