midnight
Thorhild , torn as she was between anger and pride , was quick to catch its meaning and to use it . Whatever Leif 's faith , she was still his mother . Taking her life in her hand , she bent over and whispered in Eric 's ear . The darkness of his face became midnight blackness , -- then was suddenly rent apart as with lightning . He brought his fist down upon the table with a mighty crash . `` Stop ! When did I say anything against lodging you ?