paralyzed by song and magic , we were frozen in our place ; the lord of ullwart drew his sword and moved before the fireplace ; enveloped in the smoke and cinder , he appeared the devils son , approaching vester with his weapon fiendishly , he had begun the massacre of all his fellows lords and princes , queens and maids laughterhaunting , dry , malicious rang out as his sword was raised but it was stifled to a gurgle as an arrow struck his throat ; buried deep within his chortle it had done its deadly work !