midnight
The Saracen 's voice had altered . His speech was like the rustle of papers . `` You did not love Zoraida . And so it came about that upon Walburga 's Eve , at midnight , Zoraida hanged herself beside your doorway . Thus we love where I was born ... . And I , I cut the rope -- with my left hand . I had my other arm about that frozen thing which yesterday had been Zoraida , you understand , so that it might not fall .