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“
Well
,
I
think
I
’
d
better
not
,
”
replied
the
Saint
.
“
The
fact
is
,
your
simple
-
minded
old
friend
’
s
getting
conceited
,
now
they
’
ve
begun
cheering
him
,
and
he
’
ll
forget
all
about
the
arrangement
and
take
to
playing
the
fool
,
and
there
’
s
no
telling
where
he
would
stop
.
I
’
ll
just
finish
him
off
this
round
.
”
He
swung
himself
into
the
saddle
and
took
his
spear
from
the
Boy
.
“
Now
don
’
t
you
be
afraid
,
”
he
added
kindly
.
“
I
’
ve
marked
my
spot
exactly
,
and
HE
’
S
sure
to
give
me
all
the
assistance
in
his
power
,
because
he
knows
it
’
s
his
only
chance
of
being
asked
to
the
banquet
!
”
St
.
George
now
shortened
his
spear
,
bringing
the
butt
well
up
under
his
arm
;
and
,
instead
of
galloping
as
before
,
trotted
smartly
towards
the
dragon
,
who
crouched
at
his
approach
,
flicking
his
tail
till
it
cracked
in
the
air
like
a
great
cart
-
whip
.
The
Saint
wheeled
as
he
neared
his
opponent
and
circled
warily
round
him
,
keeping
his
eye
on
the
spare
place
;
while
the
dragon
,
adopting
similar
tactics
,
paced
with
caution
round
the
same
circle
,
occasionally
feinting
with
his
head
.
So
the
two
sparred
for
an
opening
,
while
the
spectators
maintained
a
breathless
silence
.
Though
the
round
lasted
for
some
minutes
,
the
end
was
so
swift
that
all
the
Boy
saw
was
a
lightning
movement
of
the
Saint
’
s
arm
,
and
then
a
whirl
and
a
confusion
of
spines
,
claws
,
tail
,
and
flying
bits
of
turf
.
The
dust
cleared
away
,
the
spectators
whooped
and
ran
in
cheering
,
and
the
Boy
made
out
that
the
dragon
was
down
,
pinned
to
the
earth
by
the
spear
,
while
St
.
George
had
dismounted
,
and
stood
astride
of
him
.
It
all
seemed
so
genuine
that
the
Boy
ran
in
breathlessly
,
hoping
the
dear
old
dragon
wasn
’
t
really
hurt
.
As
he
approached
,
the
dragon
lifted
one
large
eyelid
,
winked
solemnly
,
and
collapsed
again
.
He
was
held
fast
to
earth
by
the
neck
,
but
the
Saint
had
hit
him
in
the
spare
place
agreed
upon
,
and
it
didn
’
t
even
seem
to
tickle
.
“
Bain
’
t
you
goin
’
to
cut
’
is
’
ed
orf
,
master
?
”
asked
one
of
the
applauding
crowd
.
He
had
backed
the
dragon
,
and
naturally
felt
a
trifle
sore
.
“
Well
,
not
TO
-
DAY
,
I
think
,
”
replied
St
.
George
,
pleasantly
.
“
You
see
,
that
can
be
done
at
ANY
time
.
There
’
s
no
hurry
at
all
.
I
think
we
’
ll
all
go
down
to
the
village
first
,
and
have
some
refreshment
,
and
then
I
’
ll
give
him
a
good
talking
-
to
,
and
you
’
ll
find
he
’
ll
be
a
very
different
dragon
!
”
At
that
magic
word
REFRESHMENT
the
whole
crowd
formed
up
in
procession
and
silently
awaited
the
signal
to
start
.
The
time
for
talking
and
cheering
and
betting
was
past
,
the
hour
for
action
had
arrived
.
St
.
George
,
hauling
on
his
spear
with
both
hands
,
released
the
dragon
,
who
rose
and
shook
himself
and
ran
his
eye
over
his
spikes
and
scales
and
things
,
to
see
that
they
were
all
in
order
.
Then
the
Saint
mounted
and
led
off
the
procession
,
the
dragon
following
meekly
in
the
company
of
the
Boy
,
while
the
thirsty
spectators
kept
at
a
respectful
interval
behind
.
