"You're Jack the Giant Killer. Alexandra's uncle."

"Well, being a bird hasn't hurt your brain any," the man sat at the pine table in the kitchen. "Yes, I am Jack, though I don't kill giants anymore, not unless they force me to. Now, if you know that I am Alexandra's uncle you will know that I am King John's twin. We have our ways of keeping in touch. This disappearing act was to keep folks away who would want to make me King instead of my brother." He shuddered, "He can have the job. ...