country was restored to its former prosperous condition, while Saint
George received warm thanks of the Amazonian Queen; and then, with the
Princess Sabra by his side, and followed by De Fistycuff, and the huge
Giant Orcus as he was called, he set off to join the Christian army in
the south. On their way, however, finding that they were not far from
Bagabornabou, the native land of the lovely Sabra, they determined to
journey thither.

De Fistycuff, as a herald, went before to announce their arrival,
whereon they were received right royally. Such joyful sounds of bells,
trumpets, cymbals, and drums, were scarce ever heard before in the
kingdom; nor had such stately pageants ever been seen as those which
welcomed them; the walls were hung with Indian coverlets and curious
tapestry, and the pavement was strewed with odoriferous flowers of every
lovely hue.

This being over, the Princess Sabra was crowned Queen of the country,
and for many days she and her noble lord reigned there in peace and
prosperity, till the desire of martial glory summoned Saint George once
more to buckle on his armour, and to join the Christian forces now
marching towards Egypt.

Time will not allow a full description of the bloody battle which took
place between the Christians and the Pagans, or of the magic arts
practised by the fell Enchanter Osmond, who strove with all his power to
overthrow or circumvent the former; or how he raised an army of evil
spirits from the earth, the air, and fire, and water; and besides a
mighty tempest by which huge oaks were torn up by the roots, houses and
temples were unroofed, and men and horses carried high up into the air,
and let down again with terrific crashes.

While the tempest was raging, they charged into the Christian host with
flaming falchions, firing their horses' manes, burning their trappings,
and consuming their banners; but undaunted they stood, headed by Saint
George and the six other Champions, till the Pagan forces were compelled
at length to give way, and to retire from the field.

The acts of the Enchanter were not yet concluded, for he erected a magic
tent, with arts so subtle, that the interior seemed like a large country
full of gardens, fields, and orchards, and palaces. There he caused six
of his spirits to assume the guise of six lovely princesses, travelling
the country round in search of six gallant knights who would break some
lances in their services. By artful guile the