noon
I slept little that night . There is a tale told in Daillon of a _ shegri _ where the challenger was left in a room alone , where he was blindfolded and told to await the beginning of the torment . Somewhere in those dark hours of waiting , between the unknown and the unexpected , the hours of telling over to himself the horrors of past _ shegri _ , the torture of anticipation alone became the unbearable . A little past noon he collapsed in screams of horror and died raving , unmarred , untouched . Daybreak came slowly , and with the first streamers of light came Dallisa and the white _ chak _ , maliciously uninvolved , sniffing his way through the shabby poverty of the great hall . They took me to a lower dungeon where the slant of the sunlight was less visible . Dallisa said , `` The sun has risen . ''