midnight
So she entered and advanced . And when she had journeyed for about a mile , she came to an open and very verdant piece of ground , which was , as it were , the heart of the grove . In its centre rose a fair and antique structure of white marble , shrouding from the noon-day sun the perennial flow of a very famous fountain . It was near midnight . Iduna was wearied , and she sat down upon the steps of the fountain for rest . And while she was musing over all the strange adventures of her life , she heard a rustling in the wood , and being alarmed , she rose and hid herself behind a tree . And while she stood there , with palpitating heart , the figure of a man advanced to the fountain from an opposite direction of the grove .