midnight
During one of the tosses with which he threw back his hair , Erling chanced to raise his eyes , which instantly fell upon Hilda . A glad smile beamed on his flushed face , and he let the hammer fall with a ringing clatter on the anvil , exclaiming : `` Ha ! good morrow to thee , Hilda ! Thou comest with stealthy tread , like the midnight marauder . What news ? Does all go well at Ulfstede ? But why so sad , Hilda ?