Now I saw in my dream, that at the end of this valley lay blood,
bones, ashes, and mangled bodies of men, even of pilgrims that had
gone this way formerly; and while I was musing what should be the
reason, I spied a little before me a cave, where two giants, Pope
and Pagan, dwelt in old time; by whose power and tyranny the men
whose bones, blood, and ashes lay there, were cruelly put to death.
But by this place Christian went without much danger, whereat I
somewhat wondered; but I have learnt since, that Pagan has been dead
many a day; and, as for the other, though he be still alive, he is,
by reason of age, and also of the many shrewd brushes that he met
with in his younger days, grown so crazy and stiff in his joints,
that he now can do little more than sit in his cave's mouth,
grinning at pilgrims as they go by, and biting his nails because he
cannot come at them.