Then I saw that he went on, though trembling, till he came to the gate, and asked, if he might lodge there? _Porter._ I will call one of the house. So he rung a bell, and there came out a damsel, named _Discretion_; who, after asking him several questions, said, “I will call out one or two more of the family;” so she ran to the door, and called _Piety_, and _Charity_; who, after a little more discourse with him, brought him in; and many meeting him at the entrance, said, “Come in thou blessed of the Lord; this house was built to entertain travellers to _Zion_.” They sat talking together till supper was ready. And at the table also, all their talk was about the Lord of the hill, what he had done; how great a warrior he was; and how he had fought with and slain him that had the power of death; though not without great danger to himself, and the loss of much blood. Thus they discoursed till late at night; and then _Christian_ was laid in a large upper chamber, the name of which was _Peace_. In the morning they shewed him the records of the greatest antiquity: in which was the pedigree of the Lord of the hill, the son of the Ancient of days. Here also were fully shewn the acts he had done, and the worthy deeds of many of his servants, who had _subdued kingdoms, wrought righteousness, stopt the mouths of lions, quenched the violence of fire; escaped the edge of the sword, waxed valiant in fight, and turned to flight the armies of the aliens_. The next day they took him into the armory, where they shewed him all manner of furniture, provided for pilgrims; swords, shields, helmets, breast-plates, and shoes that would never wear out. And there was here enough of these to arm as many men as there are stars in heaven for multitude. They then armed him from head to foot, lest he should meet with assaults by the way. And when he set out, _Piety_, _Charity_, and _Discretion_ accompanied him to the foot of the hill. Then said _Christian_, “As it was difficult coming up this hill, so I see it is dangerous going down.” “It is so,” said _Charity_, “for it is a hard thing for a man to go down into the valley of _humiliation_, and catch no slip by the way.” When they were come to the bottom, they gave him a loaf of bread, a bottle of wine, and a cluster of raisins; and then he went on his way. He had gone but a little way in the valley, before he espied a foul fiend coming to meet him; his name was _Apollyon_. Then did he cast in his mind, whether to go back, or stand his ground. But he considered he had no armour for his back, and therefore resolved to stand. So he went on, and _Apollyon_ met with him. Now the monster was hideous to behold. He was cloathed with scales; he had wings like a dragon; out of his belly came fire and smoak, and his mouth was as the mouth of a lion. He beheld _Christian_ with a disdainful look, and began to question him thus: _Apollyon._ Whence comest thou? And whether dost thou go?