six in the morning
I hear now the Englishman 's mocking epithet in my ears -- `` Mediæval ! '' I did not hear it then . Wetter had insulted the King ; the King would cease to be the King to punish him . I had this cool anger in my heart when I went with Vohrenlorf to the Pavilion at six in the morning . But half the bitterness of it was due to my own inmost knowledge that my acts had led him on ; that , if he had committed the sacrilege , my hand had flung open the doors of the shrine . He had defaced the image ; it was I who had taught him no more to reverence it . Because he reminded me of this , I thought that I hated him , as we took our way to the Pavilion .