THE FLATTERER
NOW I saw in my dream that the two pilgrims went down the mountain along the King's highway. Near the foot of the mountain they saw a crooked little lane which opened into the highway; and as they were wondering whither it led, they saw a finger board at the side of it on which was written
THIS WAY LIETH THE LAND OF CONCEIT
While they were reading the sign, a very brisk young man came down the lane into the highway.
"Good morning, strangers," said he. "Whither are you going?"
"We are on our way to the Celestial City," answered Christian. "Who are you, and whither are you bound?"
"People call me Ignorance," answered the young
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