Come on!' As they rose to go, Philip had a brief fleeting vision of a very smart lady in a motor veil, disappearing round the corner of a pillar.
'Are there many motors about here ?' he asked, not wishing to talk any more about dragons just then.
'Not a single one,' said Mr.Perrin unexpectedly.

'Nor yet phonographs, nor railways, nor factory chimneys, nor none of them loud ugly things.
Nor yet advertisements, nor newspapers, nor barbed wire.' After that the two walked silently away from the ruin.

Philip was trying to feel as brave and confident as a Deliverer should.

He reminded himself of St.George.And he remembered that the hero _never_ fails to kill the dragon.

But he still felt a little uneasy.