midnight
There was no moon ; the stars were gone ; the sky was inky and the air somnolent . The smell of smoke hung about her . She could not help wondering if his fine , strong body was lying up there , burnt to a crisp . It was far past midnight ; she was alone in the garden . Sixty feet below her was the ground ; above , the black dome of heaven . She was not to know till long afterward that one of her faithful Thorberg men stood guard in the passage leading up from the garden , armed and willing to die . One or the other slept in front of her door through all those nights on the island .