The pilgrims had now left the House of the Interpreter. Christiana walked with her four sons, and Mercy kept close beside them. They had learned much within those walls, but the King's Highway still stretched before them, and none of them knew what the next day's journey would bring.

Now I saw in my dream that by this time the Pilgrims were got over the Enchanted Ground, and entering into the country of Beulah. Yet before they came there, they met with one of the sorest trials that ever befell them in all their journey. For the way grew exceeding rough beneath their feet, and Christian, looking aside, espied a pleasant meadow running close beside the King’s Highway. Then said he to his fellow: “If this meadow lieth along by our way, let us go over in