midnight
She cast her arms about him and fondled him , and her voice grew sweeter than the voice of any mortal thing as she answered : `` No ill for thee , beloved , or for me in the hauberk lies ; No sundering grief is in it , no lonely miseries . But we shall abide together , and that new life I gave , For a long while yet henceforward we twain its joy shall have . Yea , if thou dost my bidding to wear my gift in the fight No hunter of the wild-wood at the changing of the night Shall see my shape on thy grave-mound or my tears in the morning find With the dew of the morning mingled ; nor with the evening wind Shall my body pass the shepherd as he wandereth in the mead And fill him with forebodings on the eve of the Wolfings ' need . Nor the horse-herd wake in the midnight and hear my fateful cry ; Nor yet shall the Wolfing women hear words on the wind go by As they weave and spin the night down when the House is gone to the war , And weep for the swains they wedded and the children that they bore . Yea do my bidding , O Folk-wolf , lest a grief of the Gods should weigh On the ancient House of the Wolfings and my death o'ercloud its day . '' And still she clung about him , while he spake no word of yea or nay : but at the last he let himself glide wholly into her arms , and the dwarf-wrought hauberk fell from his knees and lay on the grass . So they abode together in that wood-lawn till the twilight was long gone , and the sun arisen for some while .