Episode 51, The Holy War. The trial of the Diabolonians continued and Mr. Pitiless pled not guilty to the charge of keeping Mansoul from grieving the misery of her apostasy against King Shaddai. Moreover, since Pitiless denied his name to be Pitiless, but Cheer-Up instead, witnesses were called by the court. The clerk said, How do you deny your name and say it is not pitiless, but cheer up? Call the witnesses. What say you witnesses to this plea? Mr. Nowal said, my Lord, his name is pitiless. So he has written himself in all papers concerning anything in which he was involved. But these Diabolonians loved to counterfeit their names. Mr. Covetousness called himself by the name of Good Management, or other similar names. Mr. Pride, whenever it was needed, called himself Mr. Neat, Mr. Handsome, and other related names. And so it was of all the rest of them. Mr. Telltrue, what do you say? Well, his name is pitiless, my lord. I have known him from a child, and he has done all that wickedness for which he stands charged in the indictment. But there is a company of them who are not acquainted with the danger of the condemnation. Therefore, they call all those melancholy who have serious thoughts as to how they should shun such a state. Set Mr. Hottie to the bar, jailkeeper. Mr. Hottie, you are here indicted by the name of Hottie, an intruder upon the town of Mansoul, for you have most traitorously and devilishly taught the town of Mansoul to act loftily and stoutly against the summons given to them by the captains of the king, Shaddai. You also taught the town of Mansoul to speak contemptuously and vilifyingly of their great king, Shaddai. Moreover, you encouraged Mansoul, both by words and examples, to take up arms against the king and his son, Emmanuel. How do you plead? Are you guilty of this indictment or not?" Gentlemen, I have always been a man of courage and valor, and have never hung my head down like a bulrush when under the greatest clouds. Nor was I ever pleased to see men hide their hats before those who opposed them. Yes, even if their adversaries seemed to have 10 times the advantage over them, I never gave a second thought to who my foe was, nor to the cause to which I was engaged. It was enough for me to carry on bravely, fight like a man, and come out a victor. Mr. Hottie, you're not indicted here for being a valiant man, nor for your courage and stoutness in times of distress, but for having made use of your imagined valor to draw the town of Mansoul into acts of rebellion against both the great king and Emmanuel, his son. This is the crime and the thing for which you are charged in and by the indictment." Hottie gave no answer to that. Now, when the court had proceeded this far against the prisoners at the bar, when they gave them over to the jury for their verdict, to whom they applied themselves after this manner, gentlemen of the jury, you have been here, or you have been here and have seen these men. You have heard their indictments, their pleas, and what the witnesses have testified against them. Now what remains is that you do immediately withdraw yourselves to some place where, without confusion, you may consider that verdict. In a way of truth and righteousness, you ought to bring in for the king against them, and so bring it in accordingly. Then the jury, to wit, Mr. Belief, Mr. True Heart, Mr. Upright, Mr. Hate Bad, Mr. Love Good, Mr. See Truth, Mr. Heavenly Mind, Mr. Moderate, Mr. Thankful, Mr. Humble, Mr. Good Work, and Mr. Zeal for God, withdrew themselves in order to do their work. Now, when they were locked in by themselves, they talked among themselves in order to reach their verdict. Mr. Belief was the foreman, so he began. Gentlemen, he said, for the men, the prisoners at the bar, for my part, I believe they all deserve death. Very right, said Mr. Trueheart. I am holy of your opinion. Oh, what a mercy it is, said Mr. Hatebad, that such villains as these have been apprehended. Aye, aye, said Mr. Lovegood. This is one of the joyfullest days I have ever seen in my life. Then said Mr. Seatruth, I know that if we judge them to death, our verdict shall stand before Shaddai himself. Nor do I question it at all, said Mr. Heavenly Mind. He added, moreover, when all such beasts as these are cast out of Mansoul, what a goodly town it will be then. Then said Mr. Moderate, it is not my manner to pass my judgment with rashness, but for these, their crimes are so notorious and the witness so obvious that the man must be willfully blind who says the prisoners ought not to die. Blessed be God, said Mr. Thankful, that the traitors are in safe custody. And I join with you in this upon my bare knees, said Mr. Humble. I am glad also, said Mr. Goodwork. Then said the warm man, the true hearted Mr. Zeal for God, cut them off. They have been the plague which have sought the destruction of Mansoul. Therefore, being all in agreement to their verdict, they came immediately into the court. Gentlemen of the jury, answer all to your names. Mr. Belief, one. Mr. True Heart, two. Mr. Upright, three. Mr. Hate Bad, four. Mr. Love Good, five. Mr. See Truth, six. Mr. Heavenly Mind, seven. Mr. Moderate, eight. Mr. Thankful, nine. Mr. Humble, 10. Mr. Good Work, 11. And Mr. Zeal for God, 12. good men and true stand together in your verdict are you all agreed yes my lord who shall speak for you our foreman you the gentleman of the jury being impaneled for our lord the king to serve here in a manner of life and death in a matter of life and death have heard the trials of each of these men, the prisoners at the bar. What say you? Are they guilty of that and those crimes for which they stand here indicted, or are they not guilty? Guilty, my Lord. Look to your prisoners, jailkeeper. This was done in the morning, and in the afternoon they received the sentence of death according to the law. The jailkeeper, therefore, having received such a charge, put them all in the inward prison to preserve them there until the day of execution, which was to be the next day in the morning. But now, to see how it happened, one of the prisoners, in credulity by name, in the interim between the sentence and the time of execution, broke out of prison and made his escape, and got away quite out of the town of Mansoul, and laid lurking in such places and holes as he might, until he should again have opportunity to do the town of Mansoul a mischief for how they handled him as they did. Now, when Mr. Truman, the jailkeeper, perceived he had lost his prisoners, he was to be continued. Bah, bah, bah.