But every now and then Amer would meet one whose eyes would follow him with a hungry expression visible in them, as he went about proclaiming the Good News, and then he knew that his efforts were not in vain, and he would tell him of the Great King Who had died on the Cross to save him and to give deliverance from the enemy. "We will fight the enemy together," Amer would say, and he would fall on his knees and pray. His fellow soldiers had been right when they had told him that the warfare would be fierce and long; it needed all his strength not to give way, and his enemies were watching him determined to make him fall. "Pity thyself," they would whisper in his ear, "pity thyself, you are losing strength, the battle is too hard, others can do the work, why put yourself into such danger?" Then Pride would murmur, "You of all people must persevere, you are by far the most successful worker here. No one works so hard as you, and people will listen to you who turn a deaf ear to the other soldiers." Amer found this enemy even more difficult to overcome than the others, and he knew him to be the more dangerous, for if he induced him to continue his work for any other motive than that of obedience to his King, it would be ruined. Then Despondency would try and seize him. "Give it all up," he cried, "it is useless, these people are too far gone in wickedness, your efforts are quite in vain." All these enemies attacked Amer while he was busy about his work, and often he found when he was doing his utmost to break the chains of some poor slave, he would receive a blow from an unseen hand, and it was only by crying to his King fur help that he was able to overcome. Then his fellow-workers would quite unconsciously be used of the enemy to tempt him. For these friends sometimes surprised him. Although called by their King to do this work some of them seemed to look upon it rather lightly. They did not apparently feel bound to do it with all their might, neither did they seem to understand Amer's zeal and earnestness. "We cannot all work like you," they would say to him, "it would be foolish on our part if we did. We should soon break up and not be able to work at all. We really think you tire yourself out with your efforts, and they are often in vain." "But the people are dying around us," said Amer, "and we are only here to work." "But there is no cause for such extraordinary self-denial as you seem to think," they said. "You make us feel ashamed of ourselves. Besides you are injuring your health. You are working far too hard." And Amer, listening, recognized the voices of more enemies than one; but he still worked on, and had the joy of leading many a one out of the City of Despair into the sunshine of the road to the Radiant City.