The Dragon Tamers

by Эдит Несбит

  The Dragon Tamers

  Эдит Несбит

  E Nesbit (1858–1924)

  The Dragon Tamers

  There was once an old, old castle-it was so old that its I walls and towers and turrets and gateways and arches had crumbled to ruins, and of all its old splendour there were only two little rooms left; and it was here that John the blacksmith had set up his forge. He was too poor to live in a proper house, and no one asked any rent for the rooms in the ruin, because all the lords of the castle were dead and gone this many a year. So there John blew his bellows, and hammered his iron, and did all the work which came his way. This was not much, because most of the trade went to the mayor of the town, who was also a blacksmith in quite a large way of business, and had his huge forge facing the square of the town, and had twelve apprentices, all hammering like a nest of woodpeckers, and twelve journeymen to order the apprentices about, and a patent forge and a self-acting hammer and electric bellows, and all things handsome about him. So that of course the townspeople, whenever they wanted a horse shod or a shaft mended, went to the mayor. And John the blacksmith struggled on as best he could, with a few odd jobs from travellers and strangers who did not know what a superior forge the mayor's was. The two rooms were warm and weather-tight, but not very large; so the blacksmith got into the way of keeping his old iron, and his odds and ends, and his fagots, and his twopenn'orth of coal, in the great dungeon down under the castle. It was a very fine dungeon indeed, with a handsome vaulted roof and big iron rings, whose staples were built into the wall, very strong and convenient for tying captives up to, and at one end was a broken flight of wide steps leading down no one knew where.. Even the lords of the castle in the good old times had never known where those steps led to, but every now and then they would kick a prisoner down the steps in their light-hearted, hopeful way, and, sure enough, the prisoners never came back. The blacksmith had never dared to go beyond the seventh step, and no more have I-so I know no more than he did what was at the bottom of those stairs.

  John the blacksmith had a wife and a little baby. When his wife was not doing the housework she used to nurse the baby and cry, remembering the happy days when she lived with her father, who kept seventeen cows and lived quite in the country, and when John used to come courting her in the summer evenings, as smart as smart, with a posy in his button-hole. And now John's hair was getting grey, and there was hardly ever enough to eat.

  As for the baby, it cried a good deal at odd times; but at night, when its mother had settled down to sleep, it would always begin to cry, quite as a matter of course, so that she hardly got any rest at all. This made her very tired. The baby could make up for its bad nights during the day, if it liked, but the poor mother couldn't. So whenever she had nothing to do she used to sit and cry, because she was tired out with work and worry.

  One evening the blacksmith was busy with his forge. He was making a goat-shoe for the goat of a very rich lady, who wished to see how the goat liked being shod, and also whether the shoe would come to fivepence or sevenpence before she ordered the whole set. This was the only order John had had that week. And as he worked his wife sat and nursed the baby, who, for a wonder, was not crying.

  Presently, over the noise of the bellows, and over the clank of the iron, there came another sound. The blacksmith and his wife looked at each other.

  "I heard nothing," said he.

  "Neither did I," said she.

  But the noise grew louder-and the two were so anxious not to hear it that he hammered away at the goat-shoe harder than he had ever hammered in his life, and she began to sing to the baby-a thing she had not had the heart to do for weeks.

  But through the blowing and hammering and singing the noise came louder and louder, and the more they tried not to hear it, the more they had to. It was like the noise of some great creature purring, purring, purring-and the reason they did not want to believe they really heard it was that it came from the great dungeon down below, where the old iron was, and the firewood and the twopenn'orth of coal, and the broken steps that went down into the dark and ended no one knew where.

  "It can't be anything in the dungeon," said the blacksmith, wiping his face. "Why, I shall have to go down there after more coals in a minute."

  "There isn't anything there, of course. How could there be?" said his wife. And they tried so hard to believe that there could be nothing there that presently they very nearly did believe it.

  Then the blacksmith took his shovel in one hand and his riveting hammer in the other, and hung the old stable lantern on his little finger, and went down to get the coals.

  "I am not taking the hammer because I think there is anything there," said he, "but it is handy for breaking the large lumps of coal."

  "I quite understand," said his wife, who had brought the coal home in her apron that very afternoon, and knew that it was all coal-dust.

  So he went down the winding stairs to the dungeon, and stood at the bottom of the steps holding the lantern above his head just to see that the dungeon really was empty as usual. Half of it was empty as usual, except for the old iron and odds and ends, and the firewood and the coals. But the other side was not empty. It was quite full, and what it was full of was Dragon.

  "It must have come up those nasty broken steps from goodness knows where," said the blacksmith to himself, trembling all over, as he tried to creep back up the winding stairs.

  But the dragon was too quick for him-it put out a great claw and caught him by the leg, and as it moved it rattled like a great bunch of keys, or like the sheet-iron they make thunder out of in pantomimes.

  "No you don't," said the dragon, in a spluttering voice, like a damp squib.

  "Deary, deary me," said poor John, trembling more than ever in the claw of the dragon; "here's a nice end for a respectable blacksmith!"

  The dragon seemed very much struck by this remark. "Do you mind saying that again?" said he, quite politely. So John said again, very distinctly: "Here-Is-A-Nice-End-For-A-Respectable-Blacksmith."

  "I didn't know," said the dragon. "Fancy now! You're the very man I wanted."

  "So I understood you to say before," said John, his teeth chattering.

  "Oh, I don't mean what you mean," said the dragon; "but I should like you to do a job for me. One of my wings has got some of the rivets out of it just above the joint. Could you put that to rights?"

  "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 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 armour-a sort of tawny, red-rust colour 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 honour 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.

  "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 'urns, 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.

  The 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 Saint 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 c
oloured 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 coloured 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 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."