which will come if we do what we can. Emanuel at first delayed his aid
in the great battle, and the first brunt was left to Captain Credence.
Presently, however, Emanuel appeared "with colours flying, trumpets
sounding, and the feet of his men scarce touched the ground; they hasted
with such celerity towards the captains that were engaged that . . .
there was not left so much as one Doubter alive, they lay spread upon
the ground dead men as one would spread dung on the land." The dead
were buried "lest the fumes and ill-favours that would arise from them
might infect the air and so annoy the famous town of Mansoul." But it
will be a fight to the end for Diabolus, and the lords of the pit
escaped.

After Emanuel had finally occupied Mansoul he gave the citizens some
advice. The policy of Diabolus was "to make of their castle a
warehouse." Emanuel made it a fortress and a palace, and garrisoned the
town. "O my Mansoul," he said, "nourish my captains; make not my
captains sick, O Mansoul."



INJUSTICE



A notion, self-begotten in me, of the limitations of my friend is
answerable for the barrenness of my intercourse with him. I set him
down as hard; I speak to him as if he were hard and from that which is
hard in myself. Naturally I evoke only that which is hard, although
there may be fountains of tenderness in him of which I am altogether
unaware. It is far better in conversation not to regulate it according