If you think of St George, what is the image, the picture, that you have? For most people, the mention of the name of St George conjures up a picture of a brave, handsome knight, in shining plate armour of mediaeval vintage: dealing the death blow to a fearsome, fire-breathing dragon, while a beautiful young woman hovers in the background, full of gratitude and admiration, perhaps also of love, for the gallant hero who has saved her from being killed by the monstrous dragon. Sometimes he is on horseback, using a full-sized lance – the sort of thing used in jousting tournaments, but with a proper sharp point on i t , not a blunt end. Sometimes he is on foot, getting in close to deliver the coup de grace – the final slash – with a bright straight sword.
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