midnight
Out of the water I came to thee , Asmund ; into the water I go again . Unquiet shall I lie there -- unquiet shall I wend through Hela 's halls ; but Unna shall rest at Asmund 's side -- in Asmund 's cairn ! '' Then again she moved about the hall , making all things ready for the feast . But at midnight , when the light was low and folk slept , Groa rose , and , veiled in a black robe , with a basket in her hand , passed like a shadow through the mists that hang about the river 's edge , and in silence , always looking behind her , like one who fears a hidden foe , culled flowers of noisome plants that grow in the marsh . Her basket being filled , she passed round the stead to a hidden dell upon the mountain side . Here a man stood waiting , and near him burned a fire of turf . In his hand he held an iron-pot .