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“
My
dear
little
man
,
”
said
the
dragon
solemnly
,
“
just
understand
,
once
for
all
,
that
I
can
’
t
fight
and
I
won
’
t
fight
.
I
’
ve
never
fought
in
my
life
,
and
I
’
m
not
going
to
begin
now
,
just
to
give
you
a
Roman
holiday
.
In
old
days
I
always
let
the
other
fellows
—
the
EARNEST
fellows
—
do
all
the
fighting
,
and
no
doubt
that
’
s
why
I
have
the
pleasure
of
being
here
now
.
”
“
But
if
you
don
’
t
fight
he
’
ll
cut
your
head
off
!
”
gasped
the
Boy
,
miserable
at
the
prospect
of
losing
both
his
fight
and
his
friend
.
“
Oh
,
I
think
not
,
”
said
the
dragon
in
his
lazy
way
.
“
You
’
ll
be
able
to
arrange
something
.
I
’
ve
every
confidence
in
you
,
you
’
re
such
a
MANAGER
.
Just
run
down
,
there
’
s
a
dear
chap
,
and
make
it
all
right
.
I
leave
it
entirely
to
you
.
”
The
Boy
made
his
way
back
to
the
village
in
a
state
of
great
despondency
.
First
of
all
,
there
wasn
’
t
going
to
be
any
fight
;
next
,
his
dear
and
honoured
friend
the
dragon
hadn
’
t
shown
up
in
quite
such
a
heroic
light
as
he
would
have
liked
;
and
lastly
,
whether
the
dragon
was
a
hero
at
heart
or
not
,
it
made
no
difference
,
for
St
.
George
would
most
undoubtedly
cut
his
head
off
.
“
Arrange
things
indeed
!
”
he
said
bitterly
to
himself
.
“
The
dragon
treats
the
whole
affair
as
if
it
was
an
invitation
to
tea
and
croquet
.
”
The
villagers
were
straggling
homewards
as
he
passed
up
the
street
,
all
of
them
in
the
highest
spirits
,
and
gleefully
discussing
the
splendid
fight
that
was
in
store
.
The
Boy
pursued
his
way
to
the
inn
,
and
passed
into
the
principal
chamber
,
where
St
.
George
now
sat
alone
,
musing
over
the
chances
of
the
fight
,
and
the
sad
stories
of
rapine
and
of
wrong
that
had
so
lately
been
poured
into
his
sympathetic
ears
.
“
May
I
come
in
,
St
.
George
?
”
said
the
Boy
politely
,
as
he
paused
at
the
door
.
“
I
want
to
talk
to
you
about
this
little
matter
of
the
dragon
,
if
you
’
re
not
tired
of
it
by
this
time
.
”
“
Yes
,
come
in
,
Boy
,
”
said
the
Saint
kindly
.
“
Another
tale
of
misery
and
wrong
,
I
fear
me
.
Is
it
a
kind
parent
,
then
,
of
whom
the
tyrant
has
bereft
you
?
Or
some
tender
sister
or
brother
?
Well
,
it
shall
soon
be
avenged
.
”
“
Nothing
of
the
sort
,
”
said
the
Boy
.
“
There
’
s
a
misunderstanding
somewhere
,
and
I
want
to
put
it
right
.
The
fact
is
,
this
is
a
GOOD
dragon
.
”
