matters,” said the wise old cobbler.

And so the youngest son set forth on his quest. He traveled over hill and dale and at last came to the dragon’s cave.

The dragon, who had seen the cobbler’s youngest son while he was still a long way off, was seated up above the door, inside the cave. He was waiting and smiling to himself. But minutes passed and no one came thundering in. The dragon frowned, puzzled, and was tempted to peek out. However, reflecting that patience seldom goes unrewarded, the dragon kept his head up out of sight and went on waiting.