Yet a child, making his own pictures out of the poor phrases of these writers, might have in his mind's eye something not unlike the images of the old translator: the boy Bevis on a hillside with his sheep, looking down at the Castle "that should be his"; the four Knights selling him to the Saracen merchantmen; or the giant Ascapart wading out to the ship, with Bevis and Josian and the horse Arundel tucked under his arm.
