noon
Jingle ! jingle ! It was a full-armed knight that came riding up the steep hill road that wound from left to right and right to left amid the vineyards on the slopes of St. Michaelsburg . Polished helm and corselet blazed in the noon sunlight , for no knight in those days dared to ride the roads except in full armor . In front of him the solitary knight carried a bundle wrapped in the folds of his coarse gray cloak . It was a sorely sick man that rode up the heights of St. Michaelsburg . His head hung upon his breast through the faintness of weariness and pain ; for it was the Baron Conrad .