When the giant had thus engarrisoned himself in the town of Mansoul, he betakes himself to defacing.  Now, there was in the market-place, and also in the gates of the castle, an image of the blessed King Shaddai.  This he commanded to be defaced, and it was basely done by the hand of Mr. No-truth.  Moreover, Diabolus made havoc of the remains of the laws and statutes of Shaddai, and set up his own vain edicts, such as gave liberty to the lusts of the flesh, the lusts of the eyes, and the pride of life.

III.—­The Re-Taking of Mansoul

Now, as you may well think, long before this time, word was carried to the good King Shaddai that Mansoul was lost, and it would have amazed one to have seen what sorrow and compunction of spirit there was among all sorts at the king’s court to think that the place was taken.  But the king and his son foresaw all this before, yea, had sufficiently provided for the relief of Mansoul, though they told not everybody thereof.  Wherefore, after consultation, the son of Shaddai—­a sweet and comely person, and one that always had great affection for those that were in affliction—­having striven hard with his father, promised that he would be his servant to recover Mansoul.  The purport of this agreement was that at a certain time, prefixed by both, the king’s son should take a journey into the country of Universe, and there, in a way of justice and equity, make amends for the follies of Mansoul, and lay the foundation of her perfect deliverance.

Now King Shaddai thought good at the first not to send his army by the hand and conduct of brave Emmanuel, his son, but under the hand of some of his servants, to see first by them the temper of Mansoul, and whether they would be won to the obedience of their king.  So they came up to Mansoul under the conduct of four stout generals, each man being captain of ten thousand men, and having his standard-bearer.

Having travelled for many days, at the king’s cost, not hurting or abusing any, they came within sight of Mansoul, the which, when they saw, the captains could for their hearts do no less than bewail the condition of the town, for they quickly perceived it was prostrate to the will of Diabolus.

Well, before the king’s forces had set before Mansoul three days, Captain Boanerges commanded his trumpeter to go down to Eargate to summon Mansoul to give audience to the message he was commanded to deliver, but there was none that appeared to give answer or regard.

Again and again was the summons sounded, till at last the townsmen came up—­having first made Eargate as sure as they could.  So my lord Incredulity, came up and showed himself over the wall.  But when the captain had set eyes on him he cried out aloud, “This is not he; where is my lord Understanding, the ancient mayor of the town of Mansoul?” Then stood forth the four captains, and, taking no notice of the giant Diabolus, each addressed himself to the town of Mansoul; but their brave speeches the town refused to hear, yet the sound thereof beat against Eargate, though the force thereof could not break it open.