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Here
was
news
indeed
!
The
Boy
felt
that
he
ought
to
make
quite
sure
for
himself
,
and
he
wriggled
himself
in
between
the
legs
of
his
good
-
natured
elders
,
abusing
them
all
the
time
for
their
unmannerly
habit
of
shoving
.
Once
in
the
front
rank
,
he
breathlessly
awaited
the
arrival
.
Presently
from
the
far
-
away
end
of
the
line
came
the
sound
of
cheering
.
Next
,
the
measured
tramp
of
a
great
war
-
horse
made
his
heart
beat
quicker
,
and
then
he
found
himself
cheering
with
the
rest
,
as
,
amidst
welcoming
shouts
,
shrill
cries
of
women
,
uplifting
of
babies
and
waving
of
handkerchiefs
,
St
.
George
paced
slowly
up
the
street
.
The
Boy
’
s
heart
stood
still
and
he
breathed
with
sobs
,
the
beauty
and
the
grace
of
the
hero
were
so
far
beyond
anything
he
had
yet
seen
.
His
fluted
armour
was
inlaid
with
gold
,
his
plumed
helmet
hung
at
his
saddle
-
bow
,
and
his
thick
fair
hair
framed
a
face
gracious
and
gentle
beyond
expression
till
you
caught
the
sternness
in
his
eyes
.
He
drew
rein
in
front
of
the
little
inn
,
and
the
villagers
crowded
round
with
greetings
and
thanks
and
voluble
statements
of
their
wrongs
and
grievances
and
oppressions
.
The
Boy
heard
the
grave
gentle
voice
of
the
Saint
,
assuring
them
that
all
would
be
well
now
,
and
that
he
would
stand
by
them
and
see
them
righted
and
free
them
from
their
foe
;
then
he
dismounted
and
passed
through
the
doorway
and
the
crowd
poured
in
after
him
.
But
the
Boy
made
off
up
the
hill
as
fast
as
he
could
lay
his
legs
to
the
ground
.
“
It
’
s
all
up
,
dragon
!
”
he
shouted
as
soon
as
he
was
within
sight
of
the
beast
.
“
He
’
s
coming
!
He
’
s
here
now
!
You
’
ll
have
to
pull
yourself
together
and
DO
something
at
last
!
”
The
dragon
was
licking
his
scales
and
rubbing
them
with
a
bit
of
house
-
flannel
the
Boy
’
s
mother
had
lent
him
,
till
he
shone
like
a
great
turquoise
.
“
Don
’
t
be
VIOLENT
,
Boy
,
”
he
said
without
looking
round
.
“
Sit
down
and
get
your
breath
,
and
try
and
remember
that
the
noun
governs
the
verb
,
and
then
perhaps
you
’
ll
be
good
enough
to
tell
me
WHO
’
S
coming
?
”
“
That
’
s
right
,
take
it
coolly
,
”
said
the
Boy
.
“
Hope
you
’
ll
be
half
as
cool
when
I
’
ve
got
through
with
my
news
.
It
’
s
only
St
.
George
who
’
s
coming
,
that
’
s
all
;
he
rode
into
the
village
half
-
an
-
hour
ago
.
Of
course
you
can
lick
him
—
a
great
big
fellow
like
you
!
But
I
thought
I
’
d
warn
you
,
’
cos
he
’
s
sure
to
be
round
early
,
and
he
’
s
got
the
longest
,
wickedest
-
looking
spear
you
ever
did
see
!
”
And
the
Boy
got
up
and
began
to
jump
round
in
sheer
delight
at
the
prospect
of
the
battle
.
“
O
deary
,
deary
me
,
”
moaned
the
dragon
;
“
this
is
too
awful
.
I
won
’
t
see
him
,
and
that
’
s
flat
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
know
the
fellow
at
all
.
I
’
m
sure
he
’
s
not
nice
.
You
must
tell
him
to
go
away
at
once
,
please
.
Say
he
can
write
if
he
likes
,
but
I
can
’
t
give
him
an
interview
.
I
’
m
not
seeing
anybody
at
present
.
”
“
Now
dragon
,
dragon
,
”
said
the
Boy
imploringly
,
“
don
’
t
be
perverse
and
wrongheaded
.
You
’
ve
GOT
to
fight
him
some
time
or
other
,
you
know
,
’
cos
he
’
s
St
.
George
and
you
’
re
the
dragon
.
Better
get
it
over
,
and
then
we
can
go
on
with
the
sonnets
.
And
you
ought
to
consider
other
people
a
little
,
too
.
If
it
’
s
been
dull
up
here
for
you
,
think
how
dull
it
’
s
been
for
me
!
”
