It would seem that that deal, although seemingly innocuous and odd, corresponded with the yearly death of a Cavalier, however. The gentlemen did not question the word or likelihood of the Devil visiting them on that cold and cheery night, and even Gösta who literally helped Sintram get into position quickly fell victim to his storytelling. His token argument, that Sintram wasn’t the real Devil, was quickly overshadowed by drunken men frightened for their lives and a man more than willing to take advantage of that fact. “As if that would make any difference, as if I wouldn’t be as good a devil as anyone else” Sintram insists, his story weaved from fantasy and reality painting an image for them that they have no choice but to believe (36). The story, then, becomes reality for the Cavaliers and their disgraceful