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
‘But, O Mansoul, if you will give yourselves into our hands, or rather
into the hands of our King, and will trust him to make such terms with
and for you as shall seem good in his eyes, (and I dare say they shall be
such as you shall find to be most profitable to you,) then we will
receive you, and be at peace with you; but if you like not to trust
yourselves in the arms of Shaddai our King, then things are but where
they were before, and we know also what we have to do.’
Then cried out old Incredulity, the Lord Mayor, and said, ‘And who, being
out of the hands of their enemies, as ye see we are now, will be so
foolish as to put the staff out of their own hands into the hands of they
know not who? I, for my part, will never yield to so unlimited a
proposition. Do we know the manner and temper of their King? It is said
by some that he will be angry with his subjects if but the breadth of an
hair they chance to step out of the way; and by others, that he requireth
of them much more than they can perform. Wherefore, it seems, O Mansoul,
to be thy wisdom to take good heed what thou dost in this matter; for if
you once yield, you give up yourselves to another, and so you are no more
your own. Wherefore, to give up yourselves to an unlimited power, is the
greatest folly in the world; for now you indeed may repent, but can never
justly complain. But do you indeed know, when you are his, which of you
he will kill, and which of you he will save alive; or whether he will not
cut off every one of us, and send out of his own country another new
people, and cause them to inhabit this town?’
This speech of the Lord Mayor undid all, and threw flat to the ground
their hopes of an accord. Wherefore the captains returned to their
trenches, to their tents, and to their men, as they were; and the Mayor
to the castle and to his King.
Now Diabolus had waited for his return, for he had heard that they had
been at their points. So, when he was come into the chamber of state,
Diabolus saluted him with—‘Welcome, my lord. How went matters betwixt
you to-day?’ So the Lord Incredulity, with a low congee, told him the
whole of the matter, saying, ‘Thus and thus said the captains of Shaddai,
and thus and thus said I.’ The which when it was told to Diabolus, he
was very glad to hear it, and said, ‘My Lord Mayor, my faithful
Incredulity, I have proved thy fidelity above ten times already, but
never yet found thee false. I do promise thee, if we rub over this
brunt, to prefer thee to a place of honour, a place far better than to be
Lord Mayor of Mansoul. I will make thee my universal deputy, and thou
shalt, next to me, have all nations under thy hand; yea, and thou shalt
lay bands upon them, that they may not resist thee; nor shall any of our
vassals walk more at liberty, but those that shall be content to walk in
thy fetters.’
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