The Holy War, Made by King Shaddai Upon Diabolus, for the Regaining of the Metropolis of the World; Or, The Losing and Taking Again of the Town of MansoulBunyan, John
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The Holy War, Made by King Shaddai Upon Diabolus, for the Regaining of the Metropolis of the World; Or, The Losing and Taking Again of the Town of Mansoul
Bunyan, John
Christian fiction; Soul; Spiritual warfare -- Fiction
So they took their leaves of my lord, and returned, and went, and came to
the captains, to whom they did tell what my Lord High Secretary had said;
who, when they had heard it, were all of the same opinion as was my Lord
Mayor himself. The captains, therefore, began to take some courage unto
them, and to prepare to make some brave attempt upon the camp of the
enemy, and to destroy all that were Diabolonians, with the roving
doubters that the tyrant had brought with him to destroy the poor town of
Mansoul.
So all betook themselves forthwith to their places—the Captains to
theirs, the Lord Mayor to his, the subordinate preacher to his, and my
Lord Willbewill to his. The captains longed to be at some work for their
prince; for they delighted in warlike achievements. The next day,
therefore, they came together and consulted; and after consultation had,
they resolved to give an answer to the captain of Diabolus with slings;
and so they did at the rising of the sun on the morrow; for Diabolus had
adventured to come nearer again, but the sling-stones were to him and his
like hornets. For as there is nothing to the town of Mansoul so terrible
as the roaring of Diabolus’s drum, so there is nothing to Diabolus so
terrible as the well playing of Emmanuel’s slings. Wherefore Diabolus
was forced to make another retreat, yet further off from the famous town
of Mansoul. Then did the Lord Mayor of Mansoul cause the bells to be
rung, ‘and that thanks should be sent to the Lord High Secretary by the
mouth of the subordinate preacher; for that by his words the captains and
elders of Mansoul had been strengthened against Diabolus.’
When Diabolus saw that his captains and soldiers, high lords and
renowned, were frightened, and beaten down by the stones that came from
the golden slings of the Prince of the town of Mansoul, he bethought
himself, and said, ‘I will try to catch them by fawning, I will try to
flatter them into my net.’
Wherefore, after a while, he came down again to the wall, not now with
his drum, nor with Captain Sepulchre; but having all besugared his lips,
he seemed to be a very sweet-mouthed, peaceable prince, designing nothing
for humour’s sake, nor to be revenged on Mansoul for injuries by them
done to him; but the welfare, and good, and advantage of the town and
people therein was now, as he said, his only design. Wherefore, after he
had called for audience, and desired that the townsfolk would give it to
him, he proceeded in his oration, and said:—
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