He is a rogue, said Mr. Liar. Death is too good for him, said Mr.
Cruelty. Let us kill him, that he may be out of the way, said Mr.
Hate-light. Then said Mr. Implacable: Not to gain all the world
would I make peace with him, so let us doom him to death. And so
they did, and in a short time he was led back to the place from
whence he came, there to be put to the worst death that could be
thought of; for the scourge, the sword, and the stake brought
Faithful to his end.

Now I saw that there stood near the crowd a strange car with two
bright steeds, which, as soon as his foes had slain him, took
Faithful up through the clouds straight to The Celestial City,
with the sound of the harp and lute.

As for Christian, for this time he got free; and there came to
him one Hopeful, who did so from what he had heard and seen of
Christian and Faithful. Thus, while one lost his life for the
truth, a new man rose from his death, to tread the same way with
Christian. And Hopeful said there were more men of the fair who
would take their time, and then come too.

By and by their way lay just on the bank of a pure stream, from
which they drank. On each side of it were green trees that bore
fruit, and in a field through which it ran they lay down to
sleep. When they woke up they sat for a while in the shade of the
boughs; thus they went on for three or four days, and to pass the
time they sang:

He that can tell What sweet fresh fruit, yea leaves these trees
do yield, Will soon sell all, that he may buy this field.