midnight
Haste , and lose no time ! If you delay you will bring mourning on your own head and disgrace on mine ! '' In a few minutes the young man , disguised as a Wallachian peasant , was hastening on foot across the hills of Kolozsvar . It was past midnight . The inhabitants of the Bardy castle had all retired to rest . The iron gate was locked and the windows barred , when suddenly the sound of demoniac cries roused the slumberers from their dreams . `` What is that noise ? ''