The Book of Dragons (13 page)

“I might, sir,” said John, politely, for you must always be polite to a possible customer, even if he be a dragon.

“A master craftsman—you
are
a master, of course?—can see in a minute what’s wrong,” the dragon went on. “Just come round here and feel of my plates, will you?”

John timidly went round when the dragon took his claw away; and, sure enough, the dragon’s off wing was hanging loose and all anyhow, and several of the plates near the joint certainly wanted riveting.

The dragon seemed to be made almost entirely of iron armor—a sort of tawny, red-rust color it was; from damp, no
doubt—and under it he seemed to be covered with something furry.

All the blacksmith welled up in John’s heart, and he felt more at ease.

“You could certainly do with a rivet or two, sir,” said he; “in fact, you want a good many.”

“Well, get to work, then,” said the dragon. “You mend my wing, and then I’ll go out and eat up all the town, and if you make a really smart job of it I’ll eat you last. There!”

“I don’t want to be eaten last, sir,” said John.

“Well, then, I’ll eat you
first,”
said the dragon.

“I don’t want that, sir, either,” said John.

“Go on with you, you silly man,” said the dragon; “you don’t know your own silly mind. Come, set to work.”

“I don’t like the job, sir,” said John, “and that’s the truth. I know how easily accidents happen. It’s all fair and smooth, and ‘Please rivet me, and I’ll eat you last’—and then you get to work and you give a gentleman a bit of a nip or a dig under his rivets—and then it’s fire and smoke, and no apologies will meet the case.”

“Upon my word of honor as a dragon,” said the other.

“I know you wouldn’t do it on purpose, sir,” said John; “but any gentleman will give a jump and a sniff if he’s nipped,
and one of your sniffs would be enough for me. Now, if you’d just let me fasten you up?”

“It would be so undignified,” objected the dragon.

“We always fasten a horse up,” said John, “and he’s the ‘noble animal.’”

“It’s all very well,” said the dragon, “but how do I know you’d untie me again when you’d riveted me? Give me something in pledge. What do you value most?”

“My hammer,” said John. “A blacksmith is nothing without a hammer.”

“But you’d want that for riveting me. You must think of something else, and at once, or I’ll eat you first.”

At this moment the baby in the room above began to scream. Its mother had been so quiet that it thought she had settled down for the night, and that it was time to begin.

“Whatever’s that?” said the dragon—starting so that every plate on his body rattled.

“It’s only the baby,” said John.

“What’s that?” asked the dragon—“something you value?”

“Well, yes, sir, rather,” said the blacksmith.

“Then bring it here,” said the dragon; “and I’ll take care of it till you’ve done riveting me, and you shall tie me up.”

“All right, sir,” said John; “but I ought to warn you. Babies
are poison to dragons, so I don’t deceive you. It’s all right to touch—but don’t you go putting it into your mouth. I shouldn’t like to see any harm come to a nice-looking gentleman like you.”

The, dragon purred at this compliment and said:

“All right, I’ll be careful. Now go and fetch the thing, whatever it is.”

So John ran up the steps as quickly as he could, for he knew that if the dragon got impatient before it was fastened up, it could heave up the roof of the dungeon with one heave of its back, and kill them all in the ruins. His wife was asleep, in spite of the baby’s cries; and John picked up the baby and took it down and put it between the dragon’s front paws.

“You just purr to it, sir,” he said, “and it’ll be as good as gold.”

So the dragon purred, and his purring pleased the baby so much that it left off crying.

Then John rummaged among the heap of old iron and found there some heavy chains and a great collar that had been made in the days when men sang over their work and put their hearts into it, so that the things they made were strong enough to bear the weight of a thousand years, let alone a dragon.

John fastened the dragon up with the collar and the chains, and when he had padlocked them all on safely he set to work to find out how many rivets would be needed.

The dragon’s purring pleased the baby

“Six, eight, ten—twenty, forty,” said he; “I haven’t half enough rivets in the shop. If you’ll excuse me, sir, I’ll step round to another forge and get a few dozen. I won’t be a minute.”

And off he went, leaving the baby between the dragon’s fore-paws, laughing and crowing with pleasure at the very large purr of it.

John ran as hard as he could into the town, and found the mayor and corporation.

“There’s a dragon in my dungeon,” he said; “I’ve chained him up. Now come and help to get my baby away.”

And he told them all about it.

But they all happened to have engagements for that evening; so they praised John’s cleverness, and said they were quite content to leave the matter in his hands.

“But what about my baby?” said John.

“Oh, well,” said the mayor, “if anything should happen, you will always be able to remember that your baby perished in a good cause.”

So John went home again and told his wife some of the tale.

“You’ve given the baby to the dragon!” she cried. “Oh, you unnatural parent!”

“Hush,” said John, and he told her some more.

“Now,” he said, “I’m going down. After I’ve been down you can go, and if you keep your head the boy will be all right.”

So down went the blacksmith, and there was the dragon purring away with all his might to keep the baby quiet.

“Hurry up, can’t you?” he said. “I can’t keep up this noise all night.”

“I’m very sorry, sir,” said the blacksmith, “but all the shops are shut. The job must wait till the morning. And don’t forget you’ve promised to take care of that baby. You’ll find it a little wearing, I’m afraid. Good-night, sir.”

The dragon had purred till he was quite out of breath—so now he stopped, and as soon as everything was quiet the baby thought everyone must have settled for the night, and that it was time to begin to scream. So it began.

“Oh, dear,” said the dragon, “this is awful.”

He patted the baby with his claw, but it screamed more than ever.

“And I am so tired, too,” said the dragon. “I did so hope I should have had a good night.”

The baby went on screaming.

“There’ll be no peace for me after this,” said the dragon; “it’s enough to ruin one’s nerves. Hush, then—did ’ums, then.” And he tried to quiet the baby as if it had been a young
dragon. But when he began to sing “Hush-a-by, dragon,” the baby screamed more and more and more. “I can’t keep it quiet,” said the dragon; and then suddenly he saw a woman sitting on the steps. “Here, I say,” said he, “do you know anything about babies?”

“I do, a little,” said the mother.

“Then I wish you’d take this one, and let me get some sleep,” said the dragon, yawning. “You can bring it back in the morning before the blacksmith comes.”

So the mother picked up the baby and took it upstairs and told her husband, and they went to bed happy, for they had caught the dragon and saved the baby.

And next day John went down and explained carefully to the dragon exactly how matters stood, and he got an iron gate with a grating to it, and set it up at the foot of the steps, and the dragon mewed furiously for days and days, but when he found it was no good he was quiet.

So now John went to the mayor, and said:

“I’ve got the dragon and I’ve saved the town.”

“Noble preserver,” cried the mayor, “we will get up a subscription for you, and crown you in public with a laurel wreath.”

So the mayor put his name down for five pounds, and the corporation each gave three, and other people gave their guineas and half-guineas, and half-crowns and crowns, and
while the subscription was being made the mayor ordered three poems at his own expense from the town poet to celebrate the occasion. The poems were very much admired, especially by the mayor and corporation.

The first poem dealt with the noble conduct of the mayor in arranging to have the dragon tied up. The second described the splendid assistance rendered by the corporation. And the third expressed the pride and joy of the poet in being permitted to sing such deeds, beside which the actions of St. George must appear quite commonplace to all with a feeling heart or a well-balanced brain.

When the subscription was finished there was a thousand pounds, and a committee was formed to settle what should be done with it. A third of it went to pay for a banquet to the mayor and corporation; another third was spent in buying a gold collar with a dragon on it for the mayor, and gold medals with dragons on them for the corporation; and what was left went in committee expenses.

So there was nothing for the blacksmith except the laurel wreath, and the knowledge that it really
was
he who had saved the town. But after this things went a little better with the blacksmith. To begin with, the baby did not cry so much as it had before. Then the rich lady who owned the goat was so touched by John’s noble action that she ordered a complete
set of shoes at
2s. 4d.
, and even made it up to
2s. 6d
. in grateful recognition of his public-spirited conduct. Then tourists used to come in breaks from quite a long way off, and pay twopence each to go down the steps and peep through the iron grating at the rusty dragon in the dungeon—and it was threepence extra for each party if the blacksmith let off colored fire to see it by, which, as the fire was extremely short, was twopence-halfpenny clear profit every time. And the blacksmith’s wife used to provide teas at ninepence a head, and altogether things grew brighter week by week.

The baby—named John, after his father, and called Johnnie for short—began presently to grow up. He was great friends with Tina, the daughter of the whitesmith, who lived nearly opposite. She was a dear little girl, with yellow pigtails and blue eyes, and she was never tired of hearing the story of how Johnnie, when he was a baby, had been minded by a real dragon.

The two children used to go together to peep through the iron grating at the dragon, and sometimes they would hear him mew piteously. And they would light a halfpennyworth of colored fire to look at him by. And they grew older and wiser.

Now, at last one day the mayor and corporation, hunting the hare in their gold gowns, came screaming back to the town gates with the news that a lame, humpy giant, as big as a tin church, was coming over the marshes towards the town.

“We’re lost,” said the mayor. “I’d give a thousand pounds to anyone who could keep that giant out of the town.
I
know what he eats—by his teeth.”

No one seemed to know what to do. But Johnnie and Tina were listening, and they looked at each other, and then ran off as fast as their boots would carry them.

They ran through the forge, and down the dungeon steps, and knocked at the iron door.

“Who’s there?” said the dragon.

“It’s only us,” said the children.

And the dragon was so dull from having been alone for ten years that he said:

“Come in, dears.”

“You won’t hurt us, or breathe fire at us or anything?” asked Tina.

And the dragon said, “Not for worlds.”

So they went in and talked to him, and told him what the weather was like outside, and what there was in the papers, and at last Johnnie said:

“There’s a lame giant in the town. He wants you.”

“Does he?” said the dragon, showing his teeth. “If only I were out of this!”

“If we let you loose you might manage to run away before he could catch you.”

“Yes, I
might,”
answered the dragon, “but then again I mightn’t.”

“Why—you’d never fight him?” said Tina.

“No,” said the dragon; “I’m all for peace, I am. You let me out, and you’ll see.”

So the children loosed the dragon from the chains and the collar, and he broke down one end of the dungeon and went out—only pausing at the forge door to get the blacksmith to rivet his wing.

He met the lame giant at the gate of the town, and the giant banged on the dragon with his club as if he were banging an iron foundry, and the dragon behaved like a smelting works—all fire and smoke. It was a fearful sight, and people watched it from a distance, falling off their legs with the shock of every bang, but always getting up to look again.

At last the dragon won, and the giant sneaked away across the marshes, and the dragon, who was very tired, went home to sleep, announcing his intention of eating the town in the morning. He went back into his old dungeon because he was a stranger in the town, and he did not know of any other respectable lodging. Then Tina and Johnnie went to the mayor and corporation and said, “The giant is settled. Please give us the thousand pounds reward.”

But the mayor said, “No, no, my boy. It is not you who
have settled the giant, it is the dragon. I suppose you have chained him up again? When
he
comes to claim the reward he shall have it.”