was to knock; this he did two or three times. At last one came to
the door and said: Who is there?

Christian.--I have come to see the good man of the house.

So in a short time Mr. Interpreter came to him and said: What
would you have?

Christian.--Sir, I am come from The City of Destruction, and am
on my way to Mount Zion. I was told by the man that stands at the
gate, that if I came here you would show me good things that
would help me.

Then Interpreter took Christian to a room, and bade his man bring
a light, and there he saw on the wall the print of one who had a
grave face, whose eyes were cast up to the sky, and the best of
books was in His hand, the law of truth was on His lips, and the
world was at His back. He stood as if He would plead for men, and
a crown of gold hung near his head.

Christian.--What does this mean?

Interpreter.--I have shown you this print first, for this is He
who is to be your sole guide when you can not find your way to
the land to which you go; so take good heed to what I have shown
you, lest you meet with some who would feign to lead you right;
but their way goes down to death.

Then he took him to a large room that was full of dust, for it
had not been swept; and Interpreter told his man to sweep it. Now