four o'clock
King followed , his thoughts divided between the blackness ahead and the single , steady light in a certain window now far behind . He had seen the lighted window in the upper balcony as he passed the Castle on the way to the gate . Somehow he knew she was there saying good-bye and Godspeed to him . At four o'clock , as the sun reached up with his long , red fingers from behind the Monastery mountain , Truxton King and Hobbs rode away from Rabot 's cottage high in the hills , refreshed and sound of heart . Rabot 's son rode with them , a sturdy , loyal lad , who had leaped joyously at the chance to serve his Prince . Undisturbed , they rode straight for the passes below St. Valentine 's . Behind and below them lay the sleeping , restless , unhappy city of Edelweiss , with closed gates and unfriendly , sullen walls .