Schwartz, alternately spelled Shvarts (1896–1958), was primarily a children’s writer whose work, finely balancing drama and humor, often appealed to both young and adult audiences; his legacy includes brilliant stage and screen adaptations of Cinderella, Don Quixote, and Hans Christian Andersen’s The Snow Queen . He also wrote two extraordinary political plays that were promptly banned from the stage after the opening night: The Shadow, another Andersen adaptation, in 1940, and The Dragon in 1944.
The Dragon (available in an uneven English translation by Laurence Senelick) takes place in what seems to be a vaguely German and vaguely medieval town. A wandering knight, Lancelot—distantly related, he says, to the famous Knight of the Round Table—learns while passing through that the town is ruled by a huge, three‐headed, fire‐breathing dragon who has been around for 400 years and extracts a tribute from the populace: not only an ample supply of food but the customary annual sacrifice of a maiden. This year, the unlucky girl is Elsa, the daughter of Lancelot’s gracious host Mr. Charlemagne. Yet, to Lancelot’s dismay, both Charlemagne and Elsa are cheerfully resigned to their fate and even insist that the dragon is not so bad: after all, he offers protection from other dragons in case they still exist, and he once breathed fire on the lake by the town to provide the residents with safe boiled water during a cholera epidemic. He’s even become one of the folks, so to speak, frequently taking on human form with a separate persona for each of his three heads.
When the tricephalous dragon shows up for a visit, Lancelot challenges him to a fight. But the dragon isn’t his only adversary: the town’s mayor (who pretends to be mad) tries to talk him out of the fight, as do the town’s top citizens. The dragon’s human flunkies, who include the mayor’s son and Elsa’s former fiancé Henry—now the dragon’s personal secretary—try everything from bribery to attempted murder. But all their efforts fail, and Lancelot even manages to connect with sympathetic craftsmen who provide him with a sword, a lance, a flying carpet. and a hat of invisibility. After an intense battle the dragon is slain, but Lancelot is left gravely wounded and perhaps dying as the curtain comes down on Act 2.
Fast‐forward to Act 3, a year later. Lancelot has vanished, while the mayor, miraculously cured of his mental afflictions, has become president of the Free City and claimed the title of Dragonslayer after a “special commission” concluded that Lancelot was a wannabe hero who merely wounded the monster, leaving it to the mayor to finish the job in a spectacular feat of bravery. (When Charlemagne timidly ventures to say that he simply cannot make himself believe that it was the mayor who killed the dragon, the mayor‐turned‐president snaps, “Oh, you can do it. If I can believe it, then you most certainly can.”) The craftsmen who helped Lancelot are imprisoned along with other malcontents, while most of the people have easily transferred their obsequious submission from the dragon to the faux dragonslayer—who is now set to marry a despondent Elsa. Lancelot’s unexpected return—it turns out he was rescued after all—provides an ambivalently happy ending: the mayor and Henry are taken to prison and Lancelot and Elsa are reunited, but the difficult task of turning the townsfolk into free men and women (“the dragon will have to be killed inside each of them,” says Lancelot) still lies ahead.