"'Madam, I hear the enemy's voice in that of your friend. Beware, I beseech you.' And then he turned round on our friend and rated him soundly for what he had been saying, crying," "'It is false, it is false, there is one way and only one for each servant of the King, and the path is straight and narrow. The only safe plan is to believe in the Guide Book and not in the imagination of man.' He was so excited," added Adin, "that I was almost amused." "Was his name Chisleu?" asked Iddo. "Ah! then you know him?" "Yes, he was so good to me when mother was in the Valley of Pain, when I had hard work to fight my enemies," said Iddo. "Yes, he is a good man," said Adin, "one could not doubt that, but oh! how narrow! He is even more narrow than mother; apparently he thinks no one can possibly be in the right path unless they entirely agree with him in every detail. Even mother does not believe that. She thinks there are certain truths that are quite necessary for us all, but that truth may be many-sided, and though there is only one way, the King does not lead each one of His servants by exactly the same path." "But they must all have the King's mark on them," said Iddo. "Yes," said Adin, "so mother thinks:" but that she was not very decided on the subject herself was evident from her hesitating answer, and Iddo began to feel a little perplexed and bewildered. "Anyhow," added Adin, "people have extraordinarily different views about the Guide Book; some seem to be doing all they can to convince us of its untrustworthiness." "Yes," said Iddo, "I shall never forget how I felt when I heard that for the first time. But you have not lost your faith in it have you?" she asked anxiously. "Oh no," answered Adin, "but somehow I don't seem to think of it quite in the way that I did. You can't help being a little affected by things you hear." Iddo suddenly looked around her. She had fancied she had heard a laugh close at her elbow. Was it the enemy? If so he had made himself invisible; but she felt they were on dangerous ground. They had not noticed that their mothers were by now out of sight and that they had swerved a little from the path. They were so busy talking over these subjects, that it was some time before they realized with a start that they were no longer following their parents, and that they were passing some gates that led into a thickly populated town. "Oh," cried Iddo, in distress, "we have lost our way!" But Adin was fascinated with the crowds of people that she saw through the gates that were standing wide open. She had not seen so many people congregated together for long, and they were apparently light-hearted and not troubled with the enemy, as they were laughing and talking as if they had not a care. "Let us go in," she said, "they cannot be dangerous people or allied with the enemy, as they are not even noticing us, but look thoroughly happy and unconcerned. Come, don't be a coward," for Iddo had drawn back.