Now upon Mount Diabolus, which was raised on the north side of the
town, there did the tyrant set up his standard, and a fearful thing
it was to behold; for he had wrought in it by devilish art, after
the manner of a scutcheon, a flaming flame fearful to behold, and
the picture of Mansoul burning in it.
When Diabolus had thus done, he commanded that his drummer should
every night approach the walls of the town of Mansoul, and so to
beat a parley; the command was to do it at nights, for in the
daytime they annoyed him with their slings; for the tyrant said,
that he had a mind to parley with the now trembling town of
Mansoul, and he commanded that the drums should beat every night,
that through weariness they might at last, if possible, (at the
first they were unwilling yet,) be forced to do it.
So this drummer did as commanded: he arose, and did beat his drum.
But when his drum did go, if one looked toward the town of Mansoul,
'Behold darkness and sorrow, and the light was darkened in the
heaven thereof.' No noise was ever heard upon earth more terrible,
except the voice of Shaddai when he speaketh.
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