midnight
I killed him on his own threshold , and gained as much gold as made this fair chain , which was once twice as long as it now is -- and that minds me to send part of it on an holy errand . -- Here , Andrew -- Andrew ! '' Andrew , his yeoman , entered , dressed like the Archer himself in the general equipment , but without the armour for the limbs -- that of the body more coarsely manufactured -- his cap without a plume , and his cassock made of serge , or ordinary cloth , instead of rich velvet . Untwining his gold chain from his neck , Balafre twisted off , with his firm and strong set teeth , about four inches from the one end of it , and said to his attendant , `` Here , Andrew , carry this to my gossip , jolly Father Boniface , the monk of St. Martin 's ; greet him well from me , by the same token that he could not say God save ye when we last parted at midnight . -- Tell my gossip that my brother and sister , and some others of my house , are all dead and gone , and I pray him to say masses for their souls as far as the value of these links will carry him , and to do on trust what else may be necessary to free them from Purgatory . And hark ye , as they were just living people , and free from all heresy , it may be that they are well nigh out of limbo already , so that a little matter may have them free of the fetlocks ; and in that case , look ye , ye will say I desire to take out the balance of the gold in curses upon a generation called the Ogilvies of Angus Shire , in what way soever the church may best come at them . You understand all this , Andrew ? ''