{"product_id":"2940013740853","title":"The Dragon Tamers","description":"There was once an old, old castle--it was so old that its I walls and\u003cbr\u003etowers and turrets and gateways and arches had crumbled to ruins, and of\u003cbr\u003eall its old splendour there were only two little rooms left; and it was\u003cbr\u003ehere that John the blacksmith had set up his forge. He was too poor to\u003cbr\u003elive in a proper house, and no one asked any rent for the rooms in the\u003cbr\u003eruin, because all the lords of the castle were dead and gone this many a\u003cbr\u003eyear. So there John blew his bellows, and hammered his iron, and did all\u003cbr\u003ethe work which came his way. This was not much, because most of the trade\u003cbr\u003ewent to the mayor of the town, who was also a blacksmith in quite a large\u003cbr\u003eway of business, and had his huge forge facing the square of the town,\u003cbr\u003eand had twelve apprentices, all hammering like a nest of woodpeckers, and\u003cbr\u003etwelve journeymen to order the apprentices about, and a patent forge and\u003cbr\u003ea self-acting hammer and electric bellows, and all things handsome about\u003cbr\u003ehim. So that of course the townspeople, whenever they wanted a horse shod\u003cbr\u003eor a shaft mended, went to the mayor. And John the blacksmith struggled\u003cbr\u003eon as best he could, with a few odd jobs from travellers and strangers\u003cbr\u003ewho did not know what a superior forge the mayor's was. The two rooms\u003cbr\u003ewere warm and weather-tight, but not very large; so the blacksmith got\u003cbr\u003einto the way of keeping his old iron, and his odds and ends, and his\u003cbr\u003efagots, and his twopenn'orth of coal, in the great dungeon down under the\u003cbr\u003ecastle. It was a very fine dungeon indeed, with a handsome vaulted roof\u003cbr\u003eand big iron rings, whose staples were built into the wall, very strong\u003cbr\u003eand convenient for tying captives up to, and at one end was a broken\u003cbr\u003eflight of wide steps leading down no one knew where.. Even the lords of\u003cbr\u003ethe castle in the good old times had never known where those steps led\u003cbr\u003eto, but every now and then they would kick a prisoner down the steps in\u003cbr\u003etheir light-hearted, hopeful way, and, sure enough, the prisoners never\u003cbr\u003ecame back. The blacksmith had never dared to go beyond the seventh step,\u003cbr\u003eand no more have I--so I know no more than he did what was at the bottom\u003cbr\u003eof those stairs.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47070259282160,"sku":"2940013740853","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013740853_p0.jpg?v=1763589617","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013740853","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}