The man, the human being, broke the spell at once. Nothing ever rode the Gytrash: it was always alone; and goblins, to my notions, though they might tenant the dumb carcasses of beasts, could scarce covet shelter in the commonplace human form.
La vista dell'uomo sfatò l'incantesimo, perché nessun essere umano aveva mai cavalcato Gytrash.