midnight
very wonderful are the influences of a forgotten birth ! For I was an anomaly , behaving not according to my caste , which was that of a Rajpoot ; and not music , but fighting , was my proper work , and my religion . -LSB- 9 -RSB- And it was as if my mother had been caught sleeping in the moonlight on the terrace of the palace in the hot season by some king of the Widyádharas passing by , and looking down from the air . For heavenly beings often fall into such temptations , and even an ascetic would have found it hard to laugh at the arrows of Manobhawa , coming in the form of such a feminine fascination as hers , lying still in the lunar ooze at midnight , with her head pillowed on her arm . And yet , for all my music , I was the tallest and strongest of all my clan , and a hunter , when I chose , that could bear fatigue even better than a Bhíl . And then at last there came a day when the King my father sent for me . And when I came , he looked at me with approval , and he said : Thou art a man at last .