midnight
Then , with scared faces , they lifted up Christopher and the other dead and wounded and carried them away , leaving Cranwell Towers to burn itself to ashes , for so fierce was the heat that none could bide there longer . Two hours had gone by . The Abbot sat in the little room of a cottage at Cranwell that he had occupied during the siege of the Towers . It was near midnight , yet , weary as he was , he could not rest ; indeed , had the night been less foul and dark he would have spent the time in riding back to Blossholme . His heart was ill at ease . Things had gone well with him , it is true . Sir John Foterell was dead -- slain by `` outlawed men ; '' Sir Christopher Harflete was dead -- did not his body lie in the neat-house yonder ?