"I feel lonely at times," he answered.
"But I thought your Book tells you that you are never alone. You cannot be one of the Great King's soldiers if you feel lonely."
"How long have you been on your journey?" asked another.
"Two months," was his answer. "I started late I grieve to say."
"Only two months! then you have wasted some of the best years of your life; you do not suppose the King will accept anyone who has despised His message all those years, do you? How do you know that you are His soldier and accepted by Him?"
"I see no sign of you being different from others whom I meet," said a third, "you still have the look of the Dark City upon you. How do you know that you belong to Him?"
"I met the Ambassador and he told me that the King loved me," said Amer.
"The Ambassador cannot tell. He does not really know all your sins. Think of all those years in the Dark City, all the time you have forgotten the King."
"Think of how you turned round after making resolves to begin your journey," said one of them who had evidently heard his story.
"But it was for sinners that the King died," answered Amer.