Now the bells began to clash from the great tower of the minster, and in a little while they had clashed themselves into order and rang clear and tuneably for a space; and while they were ringing, lo! those gay-clad people departed from the scaffold, and a canvas painted like a mountain-side, rocky and with caves therein, was drawn up at the back of it.  Then came thereon one clad like a king holding a fair maiden by the hand, and with him was a dame richly clad and with a crown on her head.  So these two kissed the maiden, and lamented over her, and went their ways, and the maiden left alone sat down upon a rock and covered up her face and wept; and while Ralph wondered what this might mean, or what grieved the maiden, there came creeping, as it were from out of a cranny of the rocks, a worm huge-headed and covered over with scales that glittered in the torch-light.  Then Ralph sprang up in his place, for he feared for the maiden that the worm would devour her:  but the monk who sat by him pulled him down by the skirt, and laughed and said:  “Sit still, lord! for the champion also has been provided.”

Then Ralph sat down again somewhat abashed and looked on; yet was his heart in his mouth the while.  And so while the maiden stood as one astonied before the worm, who gaped upon her with wide open mouth, there came forth from a cleft in the rocks a goodly knight who bore silver, a red cross; and he had his sword in his hand, and he fell upon the worm to smite him; and the worm ramped up against him, and there was battle betwixt them, while the maiden knelt anigh with her hands clasped together.

Then Ralph knew that this was a play of the fight of St. George with the worm; so he sat silent till the champion had smitten off the worm’s head and had come to the maiden and kissed and embraced her, and shown her the grisly head.  Then presently came many folk on to the scaffold, to wit, the king and queen who were the father and mother of the maiden, and a bishop clad in very fair vestments, and knights withal; and they stood about St. George and the maiden, and with them were minstrels who fell to playing upon harps and fiddles; while other some fell to singing a sweet song in honour of St. George, and the maiden delivered.

So when it was all done, the monk said:  “This play is set forth by the men-at-arms of our lord Abbot, who have great devotion toward St. George, and he is their friend and their good lord.  But hereafter will be other plays, of wild men and their feasting in the woods in the Golden Age of the world; and that is done by the scribes and the limners.  And after that will be a pageant of St. Agnes ordered by the clothiers and the webbers, which be both many and deft in this good town.  Albeit thou art a young man and hast ridden far to-day belike, and mayhappen thou wilt not be able to endure it:  so it may be well to bring thee out of this throng straightway.  Moreover I have bethought me, that there is much of what is presently to come which we shall see better from the minster roof, or even it may be from the tower:  wilt thou come then?”