midnight
Snorro and Jan , sitting in the soft , mystical light , talked together , dropping their voices involuntarily , and speaking slowly , with thoughtful pauses between the sentences . When they were not talking , Snorro read , and the book was ever the same , the book of the Four Gospels . Jan often watched him when he thought Jan asleep . In that enchanted midnight glow , which was often a blending of four lights -- moonlight and twilight , the aurora and the dawning -- the gigantic figure and white face , bending over the little book , had a weird and almost supernatural interest . Then this man , poor , ugly , and despised , had an incomparable nobility , and he fascinated Jan. . One night he said to him , `` Art thou never weary of reading that same book , Snorro ? '' `` Am I then ever weary of thee , my Jan ?