“Yes,” said Mistrust; “for just before us lie a couple of lions in the way, whether sleeping or waking we know not, but we thought if we came within reach, they would pull us in pieces.”

Then said Christian, “You make me afraid, but yet I will go forward.”  So Mistrust and Timorous ran down the hill, and Christian went on his way.  And as he went he thought again of what he heard from the men.  Then he felt for his roll, that he might read and be comforted, but he felt and found it not.

Now was Christian in great distress and knew not what to do.  At last he bethought himself that he had slept in the arbor that was on the side of the hill, and then he went back to look for his roll.  But all the way he went back, who can tell the sorrow of Christian’s heart?  Sometimes he sighed, sometimes he wept, and often he chid himself for being so foolish as to fall asleep.  Thus therefore he went back, carefully looking on this side and on that all the way as he went.  For he hoped to find the roll that had been his comfort so many times in his journey.  He went back till he came again within sight of the arbor where he had sat and slept, but that sight renewed his sorrow again, by reminding him how eagerly he had slept there.  And as he went towards the arbor, he sighed over his sleepiness, saying, “Oh, foolish man that I was, why did I sleep in the daytime? oh, that I had not slept.”

Now, by the time he was come to the arbor again, for a while he sat down and wept, but, at last, looking sorrowfully down under the settle, he espied his roll, which with trembling haste he caught up.  But who can tell how joyful Christian was when he had got his roll again, or with what joy and tears he began to go up the hill again.  And, oh, how nimbly did he go up!  Yet before he reached the top the sun went down.  Now Christian remembered the story that Mistrust and Timorous had told him, how they were frightened with the sight of the lions.  And he said to himself, “If these beasts meet me in the dark, how shall I escape being by them torn in pieces?”

But while he was in this fright, he lifted up his eyes, and behold, there was a very stately palace before him, the name of which was Beautiful, and it stood by the highway 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.”