St. George and the Dragon by Jeanie Lang
Long, long ago, before the things that happened were written down in
history books, a spiteful fairy came into the castle of an English king.
She saw a beautiful baby-boy, the king’s little son, lying asleep, and,
out of mischief, she ran away with him and left her own ugly little fairy
baby there instead.
But when she had stolen the baby, she could not be troubled to take care
of him. So she laid him down in the furrow of a ploughed field.
Soon a ploughman, with his horses, came that way. He was a kind man, and
he lifted the baby up off the cold brown earth and carried him home to his
cottage. He called him Georgos, and brought him up as if he were his own
When Georgos was a big boy he did not care to be a ploughman. He wished to
be a knight and fight for people who were not as strong as he was. So he
went to the court of the Faerie Queen, and she took him for one of her
knights. She called him George, and gave him armour all shining with
silver and with a red cross on his shield and on his breast.
You have heard the story of Una, so you know that it was George of the Red
Cross who left the fairy court to fight for her and to be her knight.
There was no sadder knight to be found in all Fairyland than George of the
Red Cross, after the wicked magician had made him think that Una was false
and bad. With a heavy heart he rode away from the magician’s cottage in
the grey dawn, with the dwarf sadly following him.
As he went through the woods he met a knight riding with a beautiful lady
in red robes that sparkled with jewels. The lady’s horse was all decked
out with gold, and from its bridle hung golden bells.
Although she was so beautiful, she was really a wicked witch, who was
never so happy as when she was making men fight and kill each other.
When she saw George coming, she said to the knight with whom she rode,
‘Here comes a knight! you must fight with him.’
So the knight rode furiously at George, and George met him as fiercely,
and both their spears splintered as they crashed against each other. Then,
with their swords they cut and thrust and hacked. The knight cut through a
piece of George’s helmet by the fury of one blow, but George gave him such
a stroke in return, that his sword went through the steel helmet right
into the knight’s head, and he fell dead.
When the witch saw him fall, she galloped away, screaming with fear.
George rode after her and begged her not to be afraid, but the witch
pretended to cry bitterly. She told him she did not cry for sorrow that
the knight was dead, but only because she was frightened. She said that
the knight who lay there had wished to marry her, but that she did not
love him, and liked George much better.
The witch looked so beautiful, with her red robes and splendid jewels, and
pretended so well to be simple and good, that George believed all that she
‘Do not be afraid,’ he said, ‘I will take care of you, and be your
So he did not think of Una any more, but rode away happily with the witch,
who said her name was Fidessa.
In the middle of the day, when the sun had grown very hot, they rested in
the shade of two great trees.
The spreading branches of the trees were overgrown with grey moss, and
their green leaves were never still, but whispered and trembled as if the
wind was blowing on them. George thought he would make a garland of these
fresh leaves to put on Fidessa’s dark hair. He plucked a little branch,
and, as he broke it, red drops of blood trickled down from the place where
it was broken.
Then a sad voice spoke out of the tree, and told him that the trees were
not really trees, but a knight and a lady, who had been bewitched by the
magic of a wicked witch.
The witch who had done it was Fidessa, and when Fidessa heard the tree
speak, she was afraid that George would find her out. But George was too
simple and too true to think that beautiful Fidessa could be so wicked. He
was very sorry for having hurt the tree-man, and with some earth plastered
up the place that bled.
Then he and Fidessa hurried away from the place of the shivering trees.
When they had ridden for a long time they came to a gorgeous palace where
only bad people stayed. Fidessa made George come with her into the
palace, and while they stayed there she got some of the wicked knights of
the palace to fight with George and try to kill him. But George was braver
and stronger than any of these knights, and instead of their killing him,
he killed them.
One day Fidessa went from home, and, while she was away, Una’s dwarf, who
had never left George, went wandering through the palace.
In a dark and horrible dungeon he found many knights, and kings, and
ladies and princes shut up as prisoners.
The dwarf ran and told George, and the Red Cross Knight, fearing that he
also would be made a prisoner and cast into the dungeon if he stayed
longer in the enchanted palace, rode away. The wounds he had got in his
last fight were still unhealed, so that he could not go fast.
When Fidessa got back and found him gone, she rode after him as fast as
ever she could.
When she found him he was resting, with his armour off, on the mossy grass
by the side of a sparkling fountain. He was peacefully listening to the
sweet song of birds, and to the tinkling water, when Fidessa’s red robes
showed through the trees.
She talked to him so cunningly that soon she persuaded him to think that
she loved him very much and meant him nothing but kindness.
Now the witch knew that the water of the fountain was magic water, and if
any one drank it all his strength would leave him. So she made George lie
down on the sandy gravel and drink. In one minute his strength all went
from him and he was no stronger than a tiny boy.
No sooner had this happened than there walked out from amongst the trees
an enormous ugly giant. In his hand, for a club, he carried a big oak-tree
that he had pulled out of the earth by the roots. When he saw George he
rushed at him like an earthquake, and smote him such a mighty blow that
George fell fainting to the ground. Then the giant picked him up as if he
had been a helpless little baby, and carried him away, and threw him into
the darkest dungeon of his castle in the woods.
Una’s dwarf, who had hidden in the bushes and seen all that happened, ran
away, lest the giant should kill him.
But Fidessa, the wicked witch, made friends with the giant, and he made
her his wife.
He gave her a robe of purple and gold to wear, and put a splendid gold
crown on her head. And to make people more afraid of her than they were
already, he gave her a horrible beast with seven heads and a long scaly
tail of brass to ride on.
For months and months George was a prisoner in the gloomy dungeon. The
light never came into it, nor any air. He was chained with heavy iron
bands, and was given scarcely anything to eat or to drink. His face grew
white and thin, and his eyes grew hollow. His strong arms became only skin
and bone, and his legs were so feeble that he could not stand. He looked
more like a shadow than a man.
One day, as he lay on the floor of the dungeon, feebly moaning and longing
to die, the door burst open.
A knight in shining armour of diamonds and gold stood before him, and
before George could speak to him, there ran into the dreary cell, like a
sunbeam in the dark, his own beautiful Una.
Una nearly cried for joy at seeing her knight again, and for sorrow
because he looked so terribly ill.
She told him that Prince Arthur, the knight who had saved him, had cut off
the giant’s head, and slain the seven-headed monster, and made Fidessa
Then Prince Arthur tore off Fidessa’s robe of purple and gold, and her
golden crown and all her sparkling jewels. And all her beauty faded away,
and she looked like the hideous, wicked old witch that she really was.
George shrank away from her in horror, and wondered how she could ever
have made him forget Una, or have made him think that she herself was good
And Fidessa, frightened at being found out, ran away and hid herself in a
dark cave in the lonely desert.
Then Una took George, who was now no stronger than a little child who has
been ill, to an old house not far away from the giant’s castle. It was
called the House of Holiness.
There lived there a good old lady and her three good and beautiful
daughters, and they helped Una to nurse George until he grew strong again.
And as he grew stronger, from the rest and their care and the dainty food
they gave him, those ladies of the House of Holiness taught the young
knight many things.
He learned to be more gentle than he had been before, and never to be
proud nor boastful, and to love nothing that was not wholly good. He
learned, too, not to hate any one, nor to be angry or revengeful, and
always to be as generous and as merciful as he was brave.
When he was quite strong once more, he went from the House of Holiness to
a place where an old hermit stayed, and from him George learned still more
of what was good.
George had always thought that he was a fairy’s son, but the hermit told
him the story of how the bad fairy had stolen him from his father’s castle
when he was a baby. And although George loved his Faerie Queen and the
fairy knights and ladies, he was glad to think that he was the son of an
The old man told him that if, all through his life, he was true, and
brave, and merciful and good, one day he should be called a saint. And he
would be the saint who belonged especially to all Englishmen and
Englishwomen, and to English boys and girls.
‘Saint George shalt thou callèd be,
Saint George of Merry England, the sign of victory.’
Then did George, his shining armour with its red crosses, and his sharp
sword and glittering spear buckled on again, ride away once more with Una,
to kill the dragon and set free the king and queen.
It was a dreary country that they rode through, for the dragon had laid it
all waste, but from far away they saw the tower of brass shining in the
As they drew nearer they saw a watchman on the top of the tower gazing
across the plain. Day after day for a long, long time he had looked for
Una to come back with a knight to slay the dragon. When he saw Una and
George crossing the plain, he ran and told the king and queen, and the old
king climbed up to the top of the tower to see for himself that the good
news was true.
As they drew near the tower, George and Una heard a hideous roaring sound.
It filled all the air and shook the ground like an earthquake. It came
from the dragon, that was stretched out in the sun on the side of a hill.
When it saw the knight in gleaming armour riding towards it, it roused
itself joyfully up to come and kill him, as it had killed all the other
George made Una go to a high piece of ground, from whence she could see
the fight, and where she would be out of danger, and then rode to meet the
Half running and half flying, with its great ugly wings, the dragon came
swiftly towards him. It was so big that its shadow looked like the dark
shadow of a mountain on a valley. Its body was monstrous and horrible and
vast, and was all swelled out with rage. It had scales all over it that
shone like brass, and that were as strong as steel. Its wings were like
big sails, and when it flapped them and clashed its scales, the sound was
like the sound of a great army fighting. Its long tail was spotted red and
black, and at the end of it two sharp stings stuck out. It had cruel long
claws, and its gaping jaws had each three rows of iron teeth, all stained
and wet with the blood of the people it had eaten last. It had eyes like
flames, and its breath was fire and smoke.
When it rushed at George, George rode hard at it with his spear. But no
spear was ever made that was strong enough to pierce that dragon’s scales.
The spear glanced off from its ugly, speckled breast, but the dragon,
furious at the hard thrust that George had given him, lashed out with its
tail so furiously that both the horse and his rider were thrown to the
ground. Lightly they rose up again, and again George smote with his spear.
Then the dragon, spreading its wings, rose from the ground like a giant
bird, and seizing George and his horse in its claws, flew away with them.
Right across the plain it flew, then, finding them heavy, it dropped them
on the ground. As it did this, George thrust with his spear under the
dragon’s stretched-out wing, and made a great gaping wound. The spear
broke, but the spear-head stuck in the wound, until the dragon, mad with
rage and pain, plucked it out with its teeth.
Then did fire and smoke rush out more terribly than before from the jaws
of the furious dragon. It lashed its long tail so savagely that it folded
in its coils George’s foaming horse. The frantic horse, in its struggles
to get free, threw George on the ground amongst the horrible blood. But
George sprang to his feet, and with his sharp sword struck again and again
at the dragon’s head. The sword could not pierce it, but the dragon,
annoyed at George’s fierce attack, thought it would fly out of his reach.
But when it tried, the wound George had made in its wing prevented it.
Then its rage at George grew fifty times more furious. It roared till the
whole land shook, and it sent out from its inside such blazing flames that
George’s face was scorched and his armour grew so hot that it burned into
George was so tired and so faint and sore, that when he was burned as
well, he feared that the end had come. The dragon saw his faintness, and
smiting him a tremendous blow with its great tail, it threw him down, and
George fell backwards into a pool of water. Now this pool of water was a
magic spring. When George fell into it, all his faintness and weariness
Una, who feared he was dead, saw him spring out of the water even fresher
and stronger than he had been at the beginning of the fight.
The dragon could not believe its eyes, and thought that George must be a
new knight who had come to fight it.
Before it had got over its surprise, George struck its head so fiercely
with his sword, which still dripped from the magic water, that he made a
The dragon, roaring like a hundred lions, struck at George with the stings
on the end of its tail. One of them went right through George’s shield,
and through his armour, and firmly stuck in his shoulder. Though George
was faint with the pain it caused, he hit the dragon’s tail such a blow
that he hewed off five joints and left only the ugly stump.
Mad with rage, the dragon, belching out smoke and fire, and giving fearful
cries, seized George’s silver shield in its claws and tried to drag it
from him. Again and again, and yet again, George struck at it with his
sword. At last he hit the joint and cut the paw clean off. Even then, so
tight was the grip that the claws had got, that it still hung bleeding
from the shield.
Then was the dragon’s rage so frightful, that the flames and smoke from
its mouth were like the flames and smoke that pour out of a burning
mountain. All the sky was darkened, and as George shrank back in horror
from the burning, choking, smelling darkness, his foot slipped in the
mire, and he fell.
Now there grew in that land a magic tree, all hung with fruit and rosy
apples. From the trunk of the tree there flowed a little stream of sweet
balm that could cure even deadly wounds and make weak people strong. The
dragon was afraid of this tree and its magic stream, and dared not go near
All night George lay as if he were dead, and Una, on the hillside, waited
with a heavy heart for morning to come.
He lay so close to the magic tree that the dragon dared not come near him,
but it thought that he must have died of his wounds.
When the black night had rolled away and daylight spread over the land,
George arose from his sleep. His wounds were all healed by the magic balm,
and he was stronger than before.
When the dragon rushed at him with its great fierce mouth gaping wide,
George thrust his sword down its throat and wounded it so terribly that it
rolled over like a huge mountain in an earthquake. The ground shook as it
fell, and the last breaths that it drew stained the beautiful morning sky,
like smoke from a furnace.
At first it seemed to Una too good to be true that the dragon was dead.
But when the last of the black smoke had cleared away, and the monster lay
quite still, she knew that George had won the fight and slain the dragon.
The watchman on the brazen tower had also seen the dragon fall, and so the
king had the gates of brass, that had been closed for so long, thrown wide
With sounds of trumpets and shouts of joy the king and queen and their
people came out to greet George and Una, and to thank George, who had
saved them and their land from the horrible dragon.
The people crowded round the dead body of the monster. The children wished
to look at it closely, and when a bold little boy took hold of its claws,
his mother screamed with fright, and dragged him back. So long had they
been in terror of their savage enemy, that even when it lay dead they
still feared that it might do them some harm.
There never was a happier wedding than the wedding of Una and George, the
Red Cross Knight, nor was there ever any bride more beautiful than Una.
Her dress was spotless, like a white lily. It was not made of silver nor
silk, yet like silver and silk it shone and glistened. Her golden hair
hung round her happy face, and her face was like the freshest flower of
Fairy music rang through the air, and there was nothing but happiness in
the land on the day that Una wedded brave George of Merry England.