although his cheeks yet bore the blood and through his lungs still breath did flood his soul , it seemed to stray there was the while a lull unbroken , and not a whispered word was spoken , until a weathered seneschal broke the hush that held them thrall `` it seems to me , '' he dared to quip , `` that this is meet to be hardship : to swipe at thoughts discorporate and suffer good nystagmus ' fate .