Frankly, what happened as a result of his singing was more amazing than the fact he was making it across unscathed. The dancers… changed. The slow, mechanical waltz became a much more lively dance as individual spectres switched partners, their movements more fluid but no less synchronized. Only this time it was not to the cadence of some long dead choir but instead to the jaunty rhymes of the stag proudly prancing past them. Handy could not understand the words, but they appeared to rhyme. A nursery rhyme perhaps? It was ludicrous but sure enough the stag had made it across and up the stairs at the far end of the ballroom completely unharmed. He made it to the top of the steps and promptly leapt in the air in triumph.