Midnight
What a tempest had raged within him ! This blood of his , that had received a stronger strain from his desert life , might in a single moment flood out reason and intellect and make him a vengeful man . So in those starlit hours that dragged interminably he looked deep into his heart and tried to fortify himself against a dark and evil moment to come . Midnight -- and the valley seemed a tomb ! Did he alone keep wakeful ? The sky was a darker blue , the stars burned a whiter fire , the peaks stood looming and vast , tranquil sentinels of that valley , and the wind rose to sigh , to breathe , to mourn through the cedars . It was a sad music .