When was the last time you saw a dragon then? A real, live, roaring, terrifying, blood-curdling dragon, the stuff of nightmares; long tail, sharp talons, huge teeth and breathing fire. You've never seen one? Well, to be honest, not many people have. Once upon a time, they were quite a common sight in England and Wales, but it's an age since anyone last saw one. In fact, the last time one was seen in my neighbourhood was almost a thousand years ago!

Dragons were not the only unusual sights in times past. Giants were a part of everyday life as well. Some were good, some were bad; some fierce, others friendly. The county of Hertfordshire had its share of giants and was home to one of the better ones. He went by the name of Piers Shonks.

He stood twenty-three feet tall even without his great boots on. His home was on an island in Shonks' Moat, Peppsall Field from where, as Lord of the Manor, he ruled his land fairly and with kindness.

Returning from his travels late one day, Piers Shonks was dismayed and angry at what he saw. The crops in his field, which had been growing tall and strong, were now a blackened, smoking mess. It took him only a moment to realise what was behind the attack. This was the work of a dragon. Well, he wasn't going to stand for this. If he didn't deal with the problem, his people would find the coming winter even tougher than usual.

Gathering his best men around him, he set off to hunt the dragon. The quest would be full of danger, they could even be killed; there was no choice. If they failed to deal with the monster, then it would return to wreak more death and destruction.

Now finding a dragon is not as difficult as you might think. At forty feet long from nose to tail and standing as much as fifteen feet high, there are few places a dragon can hide. Not only that, but the smell of sulphur and the stench coming from the half-eaten carcasses of the farmer's sheep, were always a sure sign.

So, only a few hours after setting out and as dawn was about to break, Piers and his men were face to face with the creature as it lay outside his cave. Sprawled on the ground, tiny puffs of smoke drifting up from his nostrils, a half-smile on its lips, the dragon looked about as dangerous as a pet cat. But Piers was not one to be fooled so easily and as the dragon opened one eye, he knew things were about to turn nasty.

In less than the blinking of an eye, the dragon was on its feet, eyes wide open, talons exposed, teeth bared and its enormous tail swishing from side to side. As the giant charged, lance held high, the dragon lifted its head, opened its great jaws and breathed out a great blast of red-hot flame. Inside his armour, Piers didn't flinch. He managed to strike the animal a heavy blow on its left side, which had it howling in pain.

Again the ferocious dragon attacked and again the powerful man stood his ground. Summoning up every ounce of energy, the fearsome creature reared itself up on its hind legs, preparing itself for one final, overpowering attack.


At the very moment it was about to launch its fatal attack, the sun rose above the horizon and, for just a second, the dragon was blinded by the bright rays of the morning sun.

A second was all that Piers needed. As the monster flicked its huge eyes shut against the dazzling rays, Piers rushed in and thrust his mighty two-handed sword straight into the dragon's jaw. A scream of terrified rage split the very sky in two, as the beast realised that he was beaten. With an earth-shaking thud, the huge creature crashed to the ground and lay there, dead.

Piers turned to his men, puzzled to see them staring at him, eyes and mouths wide open and looks of horror upon their faces. They were looking at something beyond him, behind him. Unfortunately, the battle was not yet over. Little did Piers know that this dragon was not just any dragon, it was the Devil's favourite.

As he turned back to where the dragon lay, a new sight met his eyes. There in front of him was the Devil himself and he was in a rage. He screamed, he shouted, he called Piers every dreadful name you could imagine and quite a few that I am sure you couldn't! He demanded repayment for his loss and told Piers he would wait until the day he died and then take his soul down to hell.
"Whether they bury you inside or outside the church, I shall take your soul."

Piers Shonks was a good man and a strong man. Looking the Devil straight in the eye, he told him that his soul belonged to God and that he would choose the place of his own burial and he would never let the Devil have what he wanted.

Piers Shonks was a good man and lived a good, active life and a very long life. On the day he lay dying, he remembered the threat made to him by the Devil. He took a bow, fitted an arrow to the string and instructed his men that where this arrow fell he was to be buried.

He pulled back on the string and fired. The arrow flew straight and true and sailed through the window of the church of St. Mary the Virgin at Brent Pelham, embedding itself in the north wall. Piers had cheated the devil.

A week after his death, Piers' body was entombed in the wall of the church, neither 'inside nor outside the church'. Piers' tomb is there to this day, and, if you care to visit the church, you will see the tomb of Piers Shonks in the north wall.

And if you find all this a little hard to believe, I should tell you that in 1861, the tomb was opened for investigation. Sure enough, inside were some remains - a few rags that had once been fine clothes, small personal possessions and some human bones; nothing so unusual about that. Apart from the bones you see, they were unusually large!