Chr.—"Come, friend Pliable. I am glad you have been led to go with me. Had but Obstinate felt what I have felt, he would not have set his back on us."
Pli.—"And do you think that your book is true?"
Chr.—"Yes: there is a realm where we shall not taste of death, that we may dwell in it for aye."
Pli.—"This is right good; and what else?"
Chr.—"There we shall not weep or grieve more; for he that owns the place will wipe all tears from our eyes."
Pli.—"To hear this doth fill one's heart with joy. But are these things to form our bliss? How shall we get to share in them?"
Chr.—"The Lord hath set down that in this book, the pith of which is, if we in truth seek to have it, he will, of his free grace, grant it to us."
Pli.—"Well, my good friend, glad am I to hear of these things. Come on, let us mend our pace."
Now I saw in my dream that just as they had put an end to this talk they drew up nigh to a deep slough that was in the midst of the plain; and as they did not heed it, both fell swap in the bog. The name of the slough was Despond.