"I see the food to be wholesome," said Jack; "and still it is no
proof that a man should wear a gyve on his right leg."

Now at this the appearance of his uncle gobbled like a turkey.

"Jupiter!" cried Jack, "is this the sorcerer?"

His hand held back and his heart failed him for the love he bore
his uncle; but he heaved up the sword and smote the appearance on
the head; and it cried out aloud with the voice of his uncle; and
fell to the ground; and a little bloodless white thing fled from
the room.

The cry rang in Jack's ears, and his knees smote together, and
conscience cried upon him; and yet he was strengthened, and there
woke in his bones the lust of that enchanter's blood. "If the
gyves are to fall," said he, "I must go through with this, and when
I get home I shall find my uncle dancing."

So he went on after the bloodless thing. In the way, he met the
appearance of his father; and his father was incensed, and railed
upon him, and called to him upon his duty, and bade him be home,
while there was yet time. "For you can still," said he, "be home
by sunset; and then all will be forgiven."

"God knows," said Jack, "I fear your anger; but yet your anger does
not prove that a man should wear a gyve on his right leg."

And at that the appearance of his father gobbled like a turkey.