Midnight
I am waiting for you , for I knew you would be here some time before day . '' Taking the candle from her hand , he held it close to her face , and compressed his lips tightly for an instant . `` How long do you suppose your constitution will endure the tax you impose upon it ? Midnight toil has already robbed you of your color , and converted a rosy , robust child into a pale , weary , hollow-eyed woman . What do you want here ? '' `` The Edda . '' `` What business have you with Norse myths , with runes and scalds and sagas ?