And the two young sons were sent out for a while to some place to be cared, and when they came back they adviser and said, “Tell me some way that I can know were so much like one another no person could know which was the queen’s son and which was the cook’s.  And the queen was vexed at that, and she went to the chief which is my own son, for I don’t like to be giving the same eating and drinking to the cook’s son as to my own.”  “It is easy to know that,” said the chief adviser, “if you will do as I tell you.  Go you outside, and stand at the door they will be coming in by, and when they see you, your own son will bow his head, but the cook’s son will only laugh.”

So she did that, and when her own son bowed his head, her servants put a mark on him that she would know him again.  And when they were all sitting at their dinner after that, she said to Jack, that was the cook’s son, “It is time for you to go away out of this, for you are not my son.”  And her own son, that we will call Bill, said, “Do not send him away, are we not brothers?” But Jack said, “I would have been long ago out of this house if I knew it was not my own father and mother owned it.”  And for all Bill could say to him, he would not stop.  But before he went, they were by the well that was in the garden, and he said to Bill, “If harm ever happens to me, that water on the top of the well will be blood, and the water below will be honey.”

Then he took one of the pups, and one of the two horses, that was foaled after the mare eating the fish, and the wind that was after him could not catch him, and he caught the wind that was before him.  And he went on till he came to a weaver’s house, and he asked him for a lodging, and he gave it to him.  And then he went on till he came to a king’s house, and he sent in at the door to ask, “Did he want a servant?” “All I want,” said the king, “is a boy that will drive out the cows to the field every morning, and bring them in at night to be milked.”  “I will do that for you,” said Jack; so the king engaged him.

In the morning Jack was sent out with the four-and-twenty cows, and the place he was told to drive them to had not a blade of grass in it for them, but was full of stones.  So Jack looked about for some place where there would be better grass, and after a while he saw a field with good green grass in it, and it belonging to a giant.  So he knocked down a bit of the wall and drove them in, and he went up himself into an apple-tree and began to eat the apples.  Then the giant came into the field.  “Fee-faw-fum,” says he, “I smell the blood of an Irishman.  I see you where you are, up in the tree,” he said; “you are too big for one mouthful, and too small for two mouthfuls, and I don’t know what I’ll do with you if I don’t grind you up and make snuff for my nose.”  “As you are strong, be merciful,” says Jack up in the tree.  “Come down out of that, you little dwarf,” said the giant, “or I’ll tear you and the tree asunder.”  So Jack