The bolt shot and John Churchill stepped in on a tongue of light. In contrast to Jack, he was not covered in shit – far from it! He was wearing a jeweled turban of shimmering gold cloth, and robes, with lots of costume jewelry; old scuffed boots, and a large number of weapons, viz. scimitar, pistols, and several granadoes. His first words were: 'Shut up, Jack, I'm going to a fancy-dress ball.'