midnight
Said Babbalanja , `` It looks not as if the lost one were here . '' At length we landed in a little cove nigh a valley , which Mohi called Uma ; and here in silence we beached our canoes . But presently , there came to us an old man , with a beard white as the mane of the pale horse . He was clad in a midnight robe . He fanned himself with a fan of faded leaves . A child led him by the hand , for he was blind , wearing a green plantain leaf over his plaited brow . Him , Media accosted , making mention who we were , and on what errand we came : to seek out Yillah , and behold the isle .