“Not exactly, but I have seen a beast rather like one,” laughed the knight, and he drew a very fair picture of a crocodile, adding wings and a fiery breath and fearsome talons by way of establishing its dragonship. “I have seen the place where they say the monster was killed. And did you know that Saint George is said to have helped the Allies under Godfrey in the First Crusade, at the battle for Jerusalem?” While the children looked on in fascinated wonder, he sketched in a battle-scene--rather cramped for space because of the narrow linen web--showing Godfrey de Bouillon cheering on his knights, the saint on his great white horse leading the charge, and the banner of the Cross rising above the host. From the tapestried walls Sainte Genevieve and her people looked on with kindly interest at the little group. When the two fathers had gone away life settled into a quiet but pleasant order. Roger shared some of Eleanor's lessons, and when she was at her spinning or needlework he was often by, with a bow to shape, a spear to polish or some other in-door work to do, while they listened to Lady Philippa's stories. To him nearly all of them were new. As the spring advanced the three spent much time in the garden. A drain was needed in one place, and Roger retrieved a spade from the gardener's quarters and went at it. He had heard Lady Philippa say that she should like to have a “mount” there--an artificial hill made of packed earth and stones--and as he dug he threw the dirt inward and tramped it down. He explained that this was the way a castle mount was made if the hill selected was not high enough. The one at Lewes that William de Warenne had made was a hundred and fifty feet high. Eleanor caught the enthusiasm, brought stones and helped tread them down with her stout little leather shoes, and old Jehan's grandson with his sabots helped also. “Wouldn't it be beautiful if we could build a castle on the top?” Eleanor suggested as they stood looking at it. “Perhaps we can--if your mother is willing. Ask her if we may have all the stones we pick out of the garden--if we don't harm the plants--will you, Eleanor?” Eleanor climbed the winding stairs to the tapestry chamber, and came flying back with the glad permission. Then the small building force went to work in deep earnest. “I know exactly how to build it, for I saw the building of our castle from the very first,” Roger explained. “We lived in a tent all summer until it was done--part of it--so that we could have a room. First they dig a ditch, just like this one, around the mount, and they make a palisade of forest trees--whole trunks set close together--to keep off enemies. When they have time to build a stone wall, of course the wooden wall is taken down.