re he laid at her
feet the trophies of his prowess; and as she gazed at the dragon's
monstrous jaws she shuddered to think that she might have had to go down
them, and felt her gratitude and eke a warmer feeling increase for the
gallant stranger who had preserved her from a fate so terrible.

Here all the first physicians in the land stood around with precious
salves to dress his wounds, and administer specifics against the effects
of the dragon's poisonous breath and venom. The Knight, having
requested that they might all be left by his bed-side, and that he might
be left alone, aided by De Fistycuff, emptied them all out of the
window, and having declared himself next morning infinitely better,
thereby gained immense popularity among the disciples of Aesculapius,
who each rested under the pleasing belief that his own nostrum had
worked the cure.

CHAPTER FOUR.

THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF SAINT GEORGE.

No sooner had the blushing morn displayed her beauties in the east, and
gilded with her radiant beams the mountain tops, than Sabra repaired to
the Champion's pavilion, and presented him with a diamond ring of
inestimable value, which she prayed him to wear on his finger, not only
as an ornament, but because it was endued with many excellent and occult
virtues.

That day the British Champion was entertained with one of the most
magnificent banquets that had ever taken place in Africa. Ample justice
was done to it by all present, especially by De Fistycuff, who eat away
most heartily, and quaffed down huge beakers of rosy wine--all, as he
declared, for the honour of Old England. Ere the feast was ended,
Almidor, the black King of Morocco, under pretence of doing honour to
the Christian Knight, rose from his seat, and presented him with a bowl
of Samian wine. The noble Champion took it, thoughtless of treachery;
but as he lifted it to his lips the magic ring touched the rim, when, to
the astonishment of all present, it shivered into a thousand fragments.
The Princess Sabra shrieked out that some vile treachery was intended;
but so firm was the confidence of the King, her father, in the honour of
Almidor, that he refused to credit the accusation.

Thus a second time was Saint George saved from the machinations of his
enemy. Like a lynx, however, Almidor watched for another opportunity of
gratifying his hatred.

In tournaments, dances, and other heroic exercises, the Champion passed
his time, until the fait