midnight
Say now , thou who sittest feasting between my murderers , how much longer must I wait for thee and them ? '' Not long , O Nefer , my beloved , not long ! Tarry yet a little while , O outraged soul , in the shape that once was thine , and thou shalt see thyself avenged . Lo , I hear the wings of Kefa , Goddess of the Flood-time , rustling in the silence of the midnight skies . She herself shall pour out a libation to thine injured shade ! `` Nay , nay , my lords , and you good friends of those who did my own true lord to death , sit still , and drain a farewell cup with me , your Queen . It is too late to fly , for every way is closed .