noon
for I am sprung of your loins . And now , behold , I break open the piled stones of your cairn , and I let in the noon between your ribs . Count it well done , for it was to be ; and give me what I come seeking in the name of blood and in the name of God . '' And the spirits of the dead stirred in the cairn like ants ; and they spoke : `` You have broken the roof of our cairn and let in the noon between our ribs ; and you have the strength of the still-living . But what virtue have we ? what power ? or what jewel here in the dust with us , that any living man should covet or receive it ?