On learning this he rose. But for him the darkness was lightened by many a glimpse of the Radiant City, and he found the forest silent no longer. As he made his way along his path he constantly met other travellers, faint with fear or oppressed by the enemy Depression, or Despair, and he cheered them so that they had the courage to meet their foes in battle, and to overcome them. To Amer's great surprise he met the last person whom he would have expected to meet in such a place. He came upon a man lying prone upon the grass. At his first look at him he thought there was no life in him, but on coming closer he discovered that it was Chisleu, faint and weary. His face had lost its energy, and he had no words even with which to greet Amer. He looked at him with sad and dreary eyes, so unlike his former self, that the lad almost doubted if it could be he. "Chisleu," he exclaimed, "is it you?" But Chisleu did not answer, he still looked wearily up at Amer without a word. Then, noticing compassion written large across his friend's face, he groaned. "Friend," said Amer, "are you in pain?" "Aye, aye," answered Chisleu, "I'm in pain of body and mind. I'm in the dark, friend, in the dark." "And not only in the dark," said Amer, glancing about him, "but in the hands of Despondency, Depression, and Despair." "What, what," cried Chisleu, excitedly, awakened out of his torpor, and aroused to action, "do you mean to say it is the work of the enemy?" "Surely, what else could it be?" "I thought," said Chisleu, "the King had forgotten me." "It is not the King who has forgotten you, but the enemy who has thought of you. The King never forgets His own. Had you been looking around you instead of giving up as if all were lost, you would have recognized it as the work of the three enemies which I now see hidden among the trees." "Ah!" sighed Chisleu, "you do not know the terrors of this forest, I am overwhelmed by them." "Friend, I know even too well," answered Amer, "I have been in it a long time." "It is a place of horror and the darkness of death," said Chisleu. "And I should be in the same state as you at this present moment," said Amer, "had it not been for the help of my King." "And yet," said Chisleu, raising his head to look more earnestly at him, "you look as if you were upheld. Have you really experienced such horror as I have?"