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Polish Folklore - The Legend of the Wawel Dragon

Legend of Polish Folklore- The Wawel Dragon (Polish: Smok Wawelski), also Called the Dragon of Wawel Hill, is a famous dragon in Polish folklore.
His lair was in a cave at the foot of Wawel Hill on the bank of the Vistula River. Wawel Hill is in Kraków, which was then the capital of Poland. In some stories the dragon lived prior to the founding of the city, when the region was inhabited by farmers. See the full story of Polish legend at

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In Poland, a long time ago, in a den at the foot of Wawel Hill, there lived a dreadful dragon. None of the people of town Krakow from the poorest beggar to His majesty King Krak did not know where it had come from and how it got there.

Everyone constantly trembled with fear. Always having the frightening idea that the knigths guarding the dragon left their hair stand on end when they discovered the monster roar.

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As the days beyond the dragon left himself feel more at home living there that scared the villains even more.
One day King Krak advised a poem to the people of Krakow:
He who once and for all places this dragon
Shall recieve my sceptre and my royal crown,
So come and defeat this most horrid beast
And acquire my daughters hand and also a wedding feats.
Then many courageous and valient knights made their way from various nations to attain Poland to conquer the dragon.

Swords and arrows shattered on its scaly body like on a shield. But nobody was able to kill this dragon or even push it away. Fewer knights came every day. He bore no arms and wore no amour. Some twine, a needle,and also sharp head were his only weapons. The guards would not let him in unless he immediately went to find the king.

King Krak had heard what the boy had been saying and decided to place some hope in him so he could have a go. The boy said that he'd need: lambskin, a few sulphur and mustard seed. The king nodded his approval to him.
All night long the shoemaker spent challenging working on his plan. Local residents would peer through the window staring in his work. He took the lambskin, filled it with sulpher, pitch and mustard seed, and skillfully sewed up the hole of their lambs stomach.

Everybody was now wondering what the morning would bring.
At sunrise the shoemaker place off to see the dragon with his bag of his perfect plan.There he put his lure and quickly hid in the nearby bushes waiting to find out what was going to take place.

The dragon awoke. The warrior knew that he was hungary so he walked a piece for food.
And exploded. Exactly what the shoemaker had intended.

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The villagers went silent. Then the sudden cheer started. All the knights ran to the bottom of the hill. The dragon had been dead. But one thing wasn't. The river Wistula had been gulped up.


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