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The
Boy
found
it
an
easy
matter
to
set
the
mind
of
his
parents
’
at
ease
about
his
new
friend
.
They
had
always
left
that
branch
to
him
,
and
they
took
his
word
without
a
murmur
.
The
shepherd
was
formally
introduced
and
many
compliments
and
kind
inquiries
were
exchanged
.
His
wife
,
however
,
though
expressing
her
willingness
to
do
anything
she
could
—
to
mend
things
,
or
set
the
cave
to
rights
,
or
cook
a
little
something
when
the
dragon
had
been
poring
over
sonnets
and
forgotten
his
meals
,
as
male
things
WILL
do
,
could
not
be
brought
to
recognize
him
formally
.
The
fact
that
he
was
a
dragon
and
“
they
didn
’
t
know
who
he
was
”
seemed
to
count
for
everything
with
her
.
She
made
no
objection
,
however
,
to
her
little
son
spending
his
evenings
with
the
dragon
quietly
,
so
long
as
he
was
home
by
nine
o
’
clock
:
and
many
a
pleasant
night
they
had
,
sitting
on
the
sward
,
while
the
dragon
told
stories
of
old
,
old
times
,
when
dragons
were
quite
plentiful
and
the
world
was
a
livelier
place
than
it
is
now
,
and
life
was
full
of
thrills
and
jumps
and
surprises
.
What
the
Boy
had
feared
,
however
,
soon
came
to
pass
.
The
most
modest
and
retiring
dragon
in
the
world
,
if
he
’
s
as
big
as
four
cart
-
horses
and
covered
with
blue
scales
,
cannot
keep
altogether
out
of
the
public
view
.
And
so
in
the
village
tavern
of
nights
the
fact
that
a
real
live
dragon
sat
brooding
in
the
cave
on
the
Downs
was
naturally
a
subject
for
talk
.
Though
the
villagers
were
extremely
frightened
,
they
were
rather
proud
as
well
.
It
was
a
distinction
to
have
a
dragon
of
your
own
,
and
it
was
felt
to
be
a
feather
in
the
cap
of
the
village
.
Still
,
all
were
agreed
that
this
sort
of
thing
couldn
’
t
be
allowed
to
go
on
.
The
dreadful
beast
must
be
exterminated
,
the
country
-
side
must
be
freed
from
this
pest
,
this
terror
,
this
destroying
scourge
.
The
fact
that
not
even
a
hen
roost
was
the
worse
for
the
dragon
’
s
arrival
wasn
’
t
allowed
to
have
anything
to
do
with
it
.
He
was
a
dragon
,
and
he
couldn
’
t
deny
it
,
and
if
he
didn
’
t
choose
to
behave
as
such
that
was
his
own
lookout
.
But
in
spite
of
much
valiant
talk
no
hero
was
found
willing
to
take
sword
and
spear
and
free
the
suffering
village
and
win
deathless
fame
;
and
each
night
’
s
heated
discussion
always
ended
in
nothing
.
Meanwhile
the
dragon
,
a
happy
Bohemian
,
lolled
on
the
turf
,
enjoyed
the
sunsets
,
told
antediluvian
anecdotes
to
the
Boy
,
and
polished
his
old
verses
while
meditating
on
fresh
ones
.
One
day
the
Boy
,
on
walking
in
to
the
village
,
found
everything
wearing
a
festal
appearance
which
was
not
to
be
accounted
for
in
the
calendar
.
Carpets
and
gay
-
coloured
stuffs
were
hung
out
of
the
windows
,
the
church
-
bells
clamoured
noisily
,
the
little
street
was
flower
-
strewn
,
and
the
whole
population
jostled
each
other
along
either
side
of
it
,
chattering
,
shoving
,
and
ordering
each
other
to
stand
back
.
The
Boy
saw
a
friend
of
his
own
age
in
the
crowd
and
hailed
him
.
“
What
’
s
up
?
”
he
cried
.
“
Is
it
the
players
,
or
bears
,
or
a
circus
,
or
what
?
”
“
It
’
s
all
right
,
”
his
friend
hailed
back
.
“
He
’
s
a
-
coming
.
”
“
WHO
’
S
a
-
coming
?
”
demanded
the
Boy
,
thrusting
into
the
throng
.
“
Why
,
St
.
George
,
of
course
,
”
replied
his
friend
.
“
He
’
s
heard
tell
of
our
dragon
,
and
he
’
s
comin
’
on
purpose
to
slay
the
deadly
beast
,
and
free
us
from
his
horrid
yoke
.
O
my
!
won
’
t
there
be
a
jolly
fight
!
”
