Soon, the pastures grew empty, the stables silent, and the birds no longer sang in the trees. The dragon arrived one night and found no shivering sacrifice. It snarled in uncontrollable fury and snatched a child instead. Night after night, the dragon would come. Night after night, the villagers would lose a child to the fiery monster. One frozen evening, the dragon seized the king’s daughter from her passing carriage. The villagers wept for their princess, and the king wept for his child. That night was as long and dark as the coldest of winters.
Our Hero Arrives
At first light, St George, riding north, caught the faintest sound of crying on the morning breeze. Turning his horse towards the noise, he began to pick his way across a barren, stony landscape towards the dark mouth of a cave. There, he found a girl lying in a heap among sun-bleached bones. Suddenly, a dragon with a flayed forked tongue flew down from his craggy perch and landed in front of the knight. Undaunted and unafraid, St George saw a chink in its scales. Without hesitation, he stabbed the dragon with his silver sword. He gathered the princess in his arms and climbed back onto his horse. He rode back into the village, dragging the weakened dragon behind.
As St George arrived on the outskirts of the village, the wide-eyed townsfolk flocked to meet him. He announced that he would slay the dragon if they would follow his faith and convert to Christianity. The villagers agreed. He swiftly killed the dragon. The princess joyfully reunited with her father. Afterwards, the grateful king offered St George a reward; he refused and asked that the king give the money to the poor.