They grappled and fought furiously.

They separated and plunged into the lake, where with a last grimace they sank like stones.
It seemed to last a long while, but I think that as a matter of fact within five minutes it was over; they were all dead.

Only the three paralysed ones remained standing and rolling their eyes.
The Sleeper beckoned to them with his thin finger, and they walked forward in step like soldiers.
"Lift that man from the boat," he said, pointing to Bastin, "cut his bonds and those of the others." They obeyed with a wonderful alacrity.

In a minute we stood at liberty and were pulling the grass gags from our mouths.

The Ancient pointed to the head magician who lay dead upon the rock, his hideous, contorted countenance staring open-eyed at heaven.
"Take that sorcerer and show him to the other sorcerers yonder," he said, "and tell them where your fellows are if they would find them.
Know by these signs that the Oro, god of the Mountain, who has slept a while, is awake, and ill will it go with them who question his power or dare to try to harm those who dwell in his house.