"I a.s.sure you, St. George," he said earnestly, "there"s nothing of the sort in the cave at all. The dragon"s a real gentleman, every inch of him, and I may say that no one would be more shocked and grieved than he would, at hearing you talk in that--that _loose_ way about matters on which he has very strong views!"
"Well, perhaps I"ve been over-credulous," said St. George. "Perhaps I"ve misjudged the animal. But what are we to do? Here are the dragon and I, almost face to face, each supposed to be thirsting for each other"s blood. I don"t see any way out of it, exactly. What do you suggest?
Can"t you arrange things, somehow?"
"That"s just what the dragon said," replied the Boy, rather nettled.
"Really, the way you two seem to leave everything to me--I suppose you couldn"t be persuaded to go away quietly, could you?"
"Impossible, I fear," said the Saint. "Quite against the rules. _You_ know that as well as I do."
"Well, then, look here," said the Boy, "it"s early yet--would you mind strolling up with me and seeing the dragon and talking it over? It"s not far, and any friend of mine will be most welcome."
"Well, it"s _irregular_," said St. George, rising, "but really it seems about the most sensible thing to do. You "re taking a lot of trouble on your friend"s account," he added, good-naturedly, as they pa.s.sed out through the door together. "But cheer up! Perhaps there won"t have to be any fight after all."
"Oh, but I hope there will, though!" replied the little fellow, wistfully.
"I"ve brought a friend to see you, dragon," said the Boy, rather loud.
The dragon woke up with a start. "I was just--er--thinking about things," he said in his simple way. "Very pleased to make your acquaintance, sir. Charming weather we"re having!"
"This is St. George," said the Boy, shortly. "St. George, let me introduce you to the dragon. We"ve come up to talk things over quietly, dragon, and now for goodness" sake do let us have a little straight common-sense, and come to some practical business-like arrangement, for I"m sick of views and theories of life and personal tendencies, and all that sort of thing. I may perhaps add that my mother"s sitting up."
"So glad to meet you, St. George," began the dragon, rather nervously, "because you"ve been a great traveller, I hear, and I"ve always been rather a stay-at-home. But I can show you many antiquities, many interesting features of our country-side, if you"re stopping here any time--"
"I think," said St. George, in his frank, pleasant way, "that we"d really better take the advice of our young friend here, and try to come to some understanding, on a business footing, about this little affair of ours. Now don"t you think that after all the simplest plan would be just to fight it out, according to the rules, and let the best man win?
They re betting on you, I may tell you, down in the village, but I don"t mind that!"
"Oh, yes, _do_, dragon," said the Boy, delightedly; "it"ll save such a lot of bother!"
"My young friend, you shut up," said the dragon, severely. "Believe me, St. George," he went on, "there"s n.o.body in the world I"d sooner oblige than you and this young gentleman here. But the whole thing"s nonsense, and conventionality, and popular thick-headedness. There"s absolutely nothing to fight about, from beginning to end. And anyhow I"m not going to, so that settles it!"
"But supposing I make you?" said St. George, rather nettled.
"You can"t," said the dragon, triumphantly. "I should only go into my cave and retire for a time down the hole I came up. You"d soon get heartily sick of sitting outside and waiting for me to come out and fight you. And as soon as you"d really gone away, why, I"d come up again gaily, for I tell you frankly, I like this place, and I"m going to stay here!"
St. George gazed for a while on the fair landscape around them. "But this would be a beautiful place for a fight," he began again persuasively. "These great bare rolling Downs for the arena,--and me in my golden armour showing up against your big blue scaly coils! Think what a picture it would make!"
"Now you"re trying to get at me through my artistic sensibilities," said the dragon. "But it won"t work. Not but what it would make a very pretty picture, as you say," he added, wavering a little.
"We seem to be getting rather nearer to _business_," put in the Boy.
"You must see, dragon, that there"s got to be a fight of some sort, "cos you can"t want to have to go down that dirty old hole again and stop there till goodness knows when."
"It might be arranged," said St. George, thoughtfully. "I _must_ spear you somewhere, of course, but I"m not bound to hurt you very much.
There"s such a lot of you that there must be a few _spare_ places somewhere. Here, for instance, just behind your foreleg. It couldn"t hurt you much, just here!"
"Now you"re tickling, George," said the dragon, coyly. "No, that place won"t do at all. Even if it didn"t hurt,--and I"m sure it would, awfully,--it would make me laugh, and that would spoil everything."
"Let"s try somewhere else, then," said St. George, patiently. "Under your neck, for instance,--all these folds of thick skin,--if I speared you here you"d never even know I"d done it!"
"Yes, but are you sure you can hit off the right place?" asked the dragon, anxiously.
"Of course I am," said St. George, with confidence. "You leave that to me!"
"It"s just because I"ve _got_ to leave it to you that I"m asking,"
replied the dragon, rather testily. "No doubt you would deeply regret any error you might make in the hurry of the moment; but you wouldn"t regret it half as much as I should! However, I suppose we"ve got to trust somebody, as we go through life, and your plan seems, on the whole, as good a one as any."
"Look here, dragon," interrupted the Boy, a little jealous on behalf of his friend, who seemed to be getting all the worst of the bargain: "I don"t quite see where _you_ come in! There"s to be a fight, apparently, and you"re to be licked; and what I want to know is, what are _you_ going to get out of it?"
"St. George," said the dragon, "just tell him, please,--what will happen after I"m vanquished in the deadly combat?"
"Well, according to the rules I suppose I shall lead you in triumph down to the market-place or whatever answers to it," said St. George.
"Precisely," said the dragon. "And then--"
"And then there"ll be shoutings and speeches and things," continued St.
George. "And I shall explain that you"re converted, and see the error of your ways, and so on."
"Quite so," said the dragon. "And then--?"
"Oh, and then--" said St. George, "why, and then there will be the usual banquet, I suppose."
"Exactly," said the dragon; "and that"s where _I_ come in. Look here,"
he continued, addressing the Boy, "I"m bored to death up here, and no one really appreciates me. I"m going into Society, I am, through the kindly aid of our friend here, who"s taking such a lot of trouble on my account; and you"ll find I"ve got all the qualities to endear me to people who entertain! So now that"s all settled, and if you don"t mind--I"m an old-fashioned fellow--don"t want to turn you out, but--"
"Remember, you"ll have to do your proper share of the fighting, dragon!"
said St. George, as he took the hint and rose to go; "I mean ramping, and breathing fire, and so on!"
"I can _ramp_ all right," replied the dragon, confidently; "as to breathing fire, it"s surprising how easily one gets out of practice; but I"ll do the best I can. Good-night!"
They had descended the hill and were almost back in the village again, when St. George stopped short, "_Knew_ I had forgotten something," he said. "There ought to be a Princess. Terror-stricken and chained to a rock, and all that sort of thing. Boy, can"t you arrange a Princess?"
The Boy was in the middle of a tremendous yawn. "I"m tired to death," he wailed, "and I _can"t_ arrange a Princess, or anything more, at this time of night. And my mother"s sitting up, and _do_ stop asking me to arrange more things till to-morrow!"
Next morning the people began streaming up to the Downs at quite an early hour, in their Sunday clothes and carrying baskets with bottlenecks sticking out of them, every one intent on securing good places for the combat. This was not exactly a simple matter, for of course it was quite possible that the dragon might win, and in that case even those who had put their money on him felt they could hardly expect him to deal with his backers on a different footing to the rest. Places were chosen, therefore, with circ.u.mspection and with a view to a speedy retreat in case of emergency; and the front rank was mostly composed of boys who had escaped from parental control and now sprawled and rolled about on the gra.s.s, regardless of the shrill threats and warnings discharged at them by their anxious mothers behind.
The Boy had secured a good front place, well up towards the cave, and was feeling as anxious as a stage-manager on a first night. Could the dragon be depended upon? He might change his mind and vote the whole performance rot; or else, seeing that the affair had been so hastily planned, without even a rehearsal, he might be too nervous to show up.
The Boy looked narrowly at the cave, but it showed no sign of life or occupation. Could the dragon have made a moon-light flitting?
The higher portions of the ground were now black with sightseers, and presently a sound of cheering and a waving of handkerchiefs told that something was visible to them which the Boy, far up towards the dragon-end of the line as he was, could not yet see. A minute more and St. George"s red plumes topped the hill, as the Saint rode slowly forth on the great level s.p.a.ce which stretched up to the grim mouth of the cave. Very gallant and beautiful he looked, on his tall war-horse, his golden armour glancing in the sun, his great spear held erect, the little white pennon, crimson-crossed, fluttering at its point. He drew rein and remained motionless. The lines of spectators began to give back a little, nervously; and even the boys in front stopped pulling hair and cuffing each other, and leaned forward expectant.
"Now then, dragon!" muttered the Boy, impatiently, fidgeting where he sat. He need not have distressed himself, had he only known. The dramatic possibilities of the thing had tickled the dragon immensely, and he had been up from an early hour, preparing for his first public appearance with as much heartiness as if the years had run backwards, and he had been again a little dragonlet, playing with his sisters on the floor of their mother"s cave, at the game of saints-and-dragons, in which the dragon was bound to win.
A low muttering, mingled with snorts, now made itself heard; rising to a bellowing roar that seemed to fill the plain. Then a cloud of smoke obscured the mouth of the cave, and out of the midst of it the dragon himself, shining, sea-blue, magnificent, pranced splendidly forth; and everybody said, "Oo oo-oo!" as if he had been a mighty rocket! His scales were glittering, his long spiky tail lashed his sides, his claws tore up the turf and sent it flying high over his back, and smoke and fire incessantly jetted from his angry nostrils. "Oh, well done, dragon!" cried the Boy, excitedly. "Didn"t think he had it in him!" he added to himself.
St. George lowered his spear, bent his head, dug his heels into his horse"s sides, and came thundering over the turf. The dragon charged with a roar and a squeal,--a great blue whirling combination of coils and snorts and clashing jaws and spikes and fire.
"Missed!" yelled the crowd. There was a moment"s entanglement of golden armour and blue-green coils, and spiky tail, and then the great horse, tearing at his bit, carried the Saint, his spear swung high in the air, almost up to the mouth of the cave.