midnight
What seek ye of such as I ? '' But hereupon Black Roger spurred beside Beltane , his eyes wide and fearful in the shadow of his helm , his strong , mailed hand a-tremble on Beltane 's arm . `` Beware , my lord , beware ! '' he cried , '' 't is nigh the midnight hour and she a noted witch -- heed her not lest she blight thy fair body , lest she -- '' `` Peace , Roger ! Now speak , woman -- what would ye ? '' `` A life , my lord ! '' `` Ah , the blessed saints forfend -- I feared so ! ''