the right path.

Hopeful.--Say no more, no doubt it is for our good.

Christian.--We must not stand thus; let us try to go back.

Hopeful.--But, good Christian, let me go first.

Then they heard a voice say: Set thine heart to the high way, the
way thou hast been: turn once more. But by this time the stream
was deep from the rain that fell, and to go back did not seem
safe; yet they went back, though it was so dark and the stream
ran so high that once or twice it was like to drown them. Nor
could they, with all their skill, get back that night. So they
found a screen from the rain, and there they slept till break of
day.

Now, not far from the place where they lay was Doubting Castle,
the lord of which was Giant Despair; and it was on his ground
that they now slept. There Giant Despair found them, and with a
gruff voice he bade them wake. Whence are you? said he; and what
brought you here? They told him that they had lost the path. Then
said Giant Despair: You have no right to force your way in here;
the ground on which you lie is mine.

They had not much to say, as they knew that they were in fault.
So Giant Despair drove them on, and put them in a dark and foul
cell in a strong hold. Here they were kept for three days, and
they had no light nor food nor a drop to drink all that time, and
no one to ask them how they did. Now Giant Despair had a wife,