Christiana:—Shall we go back to my Lord and tell Him we wish we had been more wise, and ask for a guard?
Reliever:—Go back you need not, for in no place where you go will you find a want at all.
When he had said this he took his leave, and the rest went on their way.
Mercy:—What a blank is here! I made sure we had been past all risk, and that we should see no more care.
Christiana:—Your youth may plead for you, my friend, and screen you from blame; but as for me, my fault is so much the worse in so far as I knew what would take place ere I came out of my door. Mercy:—But how could you know this ere you set out?
Christiana:—Why, I will tell you. One night as I lay in bed, I had a dream, in which I saw the whole scene as it took place just now.
By this time Christiana, Mercy and the four boys had come to the house of Interpreter. Now when they drew near to the door they heard the sound of Christiana's name; for the news of her flight had made a great stir; but they knew not that she stood at the door. At last she gave a knock, as she had done at the gate, when there came to the door a young maid, Innocent by name.
Innocent:—With whom would you speak in this place?
Christiana:—As we heard that this is a place of rest for those that go by the way, we pray that we may be let in, for the day, as you see, is far spent, and we are loth to go on by night.
Innocent:—Pray what is your name, that I may tell it to my Lord?