noon
Then I subsided . First round to Rakhal . He had sprung the trap on me , very neatly . The street was narrow and crooked , winding between doubled rows of pebble-houses , and full of dark shadows even in the crimson noon . I walked aimlessly , favoring the arm the guard had crushed . I was no closer to settling things with Rakhal , and I had slammed at least one gate behind me . Why had n't I had sense enough to walk up and demand to _ see _ Race Cargill ?