midnight
And now where was the wealth and where was the woman , and what was I ? One flying his native land by night with blood upon his hands , the blood of a King 's favourite that , if he were taken , would bring him to the noose . Oh ! how great was the contrast between the morn and the midnight of that day for me ! `` Vanity of vanities . All is vanity ! '' I think that my mind must have wandered , for when my soul was swallowed in this deepest pit of hell , it seemed to me that he whom I had worshipped as a heavenly patron , St. Hubert , appeared striding by my horse with a shining countenance and said to me : `` Have good courage , Godson , and remember your mother 's words -- a wanderer shall you be , but where'er you go the good bow and the good sword shall keep you safe and I wander with you .