midnight
But Witichis shook his head . Then the old man went up to him and whispered : `` What ? Must I urge thee more strongly ? Must I remind thee of that midnight oath and bond ; to sacrifice all for the well-being of thy people ? I know -- I see through thy transparent soul -- that the crown is more a burthen to thee than an honour . I suspect that this crown will bring thee great and bitter pain , perhaps more pain than joy ; and therefore I ask of thee , that thou accept it . '' Witichis was still silent and pressed both hands over his eyes .