Next he told those near him to bring the seal, and when it was brought he set his mark on them that they might be known in each place where they went. Then said Interpreter: Bring vests for them. And they were clad in robes as white as snow, so that it made each start to see the rest shine with so bright a light. Interpreter then sent for one of his men whose name was Great-heart, and bade that he should be clad in a coat of mail, with sword and shield, and that he should take them to a house, the name of which was Beautiful, where they would rest. Then Interpreter took his leave of them, with a good wish for each. So they went on their way, and thus they sang:-- "O move me, Lord, to watch and pray, From sin my heart to clear; To take my cross up day by day, And serve the Lord with fear." They next came to the place where Christian's load had been lost in the tomb. Here they made a pause, and gave thanks to Him who laid down His life to save theirs. So now they went up the hill, which was so steep that the toil made Christiana pant for breath. How can we doubt, said she, that they who love rest more than their souls would choose some way on which they could go with more ease than this? Then Mercy said, Come what may, I must rest for a while. And James, who was the least of the boys, gave way to tears. Come, Come! said Great-heart, sit not down here; for there is a seat near us put there by the Prince. With this he took the young child by the hand, and led him to it; and they were all glad to sit down, and to be out of the heat of the sun's rays. Then said Mercy: How sweet is rest to them that work! And how good is the Prince to place this seat here that such as we may rest! Of this spot I have heard much, but let us take heed that we sleep not, for that once cost poor Christian dear. Then said Mr. Great-heart: Well, my brave boys, how do you do? What think you of this hill? Sir, said James, this hill beats me out of heart! And I see now that what I have been told is true; the land of bliss is up steps; but still, Sir, it is worse to go down hill to death than up hill to life. You are a good boy, said Great-heart. At this Mercy could but smile, and it made James blush. Christiana:--Come, will you not drink of this flask, and eat some fruit, while we sit here to rest? For Mr. Interpreter put these in my hand as I came out of his door. Now when they had sat there a while, their guide said to them: The day runs on, and if you think well of it, let us now go on our way. So they all set out, the boys first, then the rest; but they had not gone far when Christiana found she had left the flask, so she sent James back to fetch it. Mercy:--I think this is the place where Christian lost his scroll. How was this, Sir?