midnight
The shed was empty ! No air-ship was there , poised trembling on its own balance all prepared for flight , -- the wonderful `` White Eagle '' had unfurled its wings and fled ! Whither ? Like a madman he rushed up and down , shouting and calling in vain -- it was after midnight and there was no one about to hear him . He started to run to the Palazzo d'Oro to give the alarm -- but was held back -- held by an indescribable force which he was powerless to resist . He struggled with all his might , -- uselessly . `` Morganna ! ''