noon
The creature gazed hard upon the questioner , from its bleared but fiery eyes , and replied slowly , `` Hail , Hilda , the Morthwyrtha ! why art thou not of us , why comest thou not to our revels ? Gay sport have we had to-night with Faul and Zabulus -LSB- 180 -RSB- ; but gayer far shall our sport be in the wassail hall of Senlac , when thy grandchild shall come in the torchlight to the bridal bed of her lord . A buxom bride is Edith the Fair , and fair looked her face in her sleep on yester noon , when I sate by her side , and breathed on her brow , and murmured the verse that blackens the dream ; but fairer still shall she look in her sleep by her lord . Ha ! ha ! Ho !