"Joezer,"† he said, "alas! I am rash, and underrate the power of the enemy. I forgot the fact which you remembered, that this enemy always aims at the knees. If he can wound the knees he is much more certain of victory, but I saw you fought kneeling, and copied your example. Praised be the King for your help and friendship, Heman." As his fellow traveller passed from him, Heman, looking towards the Radiant City, cried triumphantly, "Thy word is true from the beginning: and every one of Thy righteous judgments endureth for ever." * Faithful. † Whose help is the Lord. CHAPTER VII. THE LAND OF ENCHANTMENT. It was not long after this that Amer found his path diverging from that upon which the mother and her child were travelling. For though the direction was always the same for every pilgrim, each individual had her or his own separate path which they had to follow. Sometimes, therefore, it happened that friends would be parted for quite a long time and then would, to their joy, suddenly meet again. It was with sorrow that Amer found his path diverging from that of his good friends, whose company had been so much valued by him. Iddo wept when she looked upon his retreating figure, for he had been as a brother to her. And indeed her weeping gave a little enemy called Discontent just the opportunity he wanted to worry her. For some days he got such victories over her that her mother began to look grave and sad, as she noticed that her child's shield was growing dull for the want of attention, and the sword lay too often in its scabbard. "My child," she said, "do you really think that your King settles the path of each of his soldiers? I fear you are doubting this." "The way seems so dull without Amer," sobbed the girl. "It is the enemy that speaks, Iddo," said her mother, "and, if you are not careful, another more dangerous will come to the help of Discontent. Once let him get a hold on you and you will find he is a constant annoyance, and it will need all the strength you have to shake him off." "What is his name, Mother?" asked Iddo. "His name is Depression. He comes with tears and groans at first and you are inclined to pity him, but, if you harbour him even for a day, he begins to bind you with invisible chains till you suddenly awake to find yourself in his grip." "Mother, has he ever worried you?" "Yes, indeed," was her answer, "soon after your father left us for the Radiant City he came and attacked me. And it is because I know what he is that I warn you my child to fight him at once if he ever tries to get the better of you. Cry at once to the King when you catch a sight of him and draw out your sword. Never for a moment talk with him." "What has Discontent to do with him?" asked Iddo.