noon
`` Noble tidings , '' whispered the giant , as the two stood an instant , before each went to his own men . `` Behold how Hermes helps us -- a great deity . '' `` Sometimes I think Nemesis is greater , '' said Democrates , once again refusing Lycon 's proffered hand . `` By noon you 'll laugh at Nemesis , _ philotate _ , when we both drink Helbon wine in Xerxes 's tent ! '' and away went Lycon into the dark . Democrates went his own way also . Soon he was in the fallow-field , where under the warm night the Athenians were stretched , each man in armour , his helmet for a pillow .