CHAPTER IX.
THE BATTLE WITH THE DRAGON Lydda or Ludd has already been noted as the legendary birthplace of St.George, and as the camp on the edge of the desert from which, as it happened, I caught the first glimpse of the coloured fields of Palestine that looked like the fields of Paradise.
Being an encampment of soldiers, it seems an appropriate place for St.George; and indeed it may be said that all that red and empty land has resounded with his name like a shield of copper or of bronze.
The name was not even confined to the cries of the Christians; a curious imaginative hospitality in the Moslem mind, a certain innocent and imitative enthusiasm, made the Moslems also half-accept a sort of Christian mythology, and make an abstract hero of St.George.
It is said that Coeur de Lion on these very sands first invoked the soldier saint to bless the English battle-line, and blazon his cross on the English banners.

But the name occurs not only in the stories of the victory of Richard, but in the enemy stories that led up to the great victory of Saladin.

In that obscure and violent quarrel which let loose the disaster of Hattin, when the Grand Master of the Templars, Gerard the Englishman from Bideford in Devon, drove with demented heroism his few lances against a host, there fell among those radiant fanatics one Christian warrior, who had made with his single sword such a circle of the slain, that the victorious Moslems treated even his dead body as something supernatural; and bore it away with them with honour, saying it was the body of St.George.
But if the purpose of the camp be appropriate to the story of St.George, the position of the camp might be considered appropriate to the more fantastic story of St.George and the Dragon.

The symbolic struggle between man and monster might very well take place somewhere where the green culture of the fields meets the red desolation of the desert.
As a matter of fact, I dare say, legend locates the duel itself somewhere else, but I am only making use of the legend as a legend, or even as a convenient figure of speech.

I would only use it here to make a kind of picture which may clarify a kind of paradox, very vital to our present attitude towards all Palestinian traditions, including those that are more sacred even than St.George.