noon
`` May God have mercy on my soul ! '' Beneath the visored helm , a wave of pain and sorrow surged across the countenance of the outlaw , and a little shudder , as of a chill of hopelessness , shook his giant frame . `` You need not fear , My Lady , '' he said sadly . `` You shall be in your father 's castle of Leicester ere the sun marks noon . And you will be safer under the protection of the hated Devil of Torn than with your own mighty father , or your royal uncle . '' `` It is said that you never lie , Norman of Torn , '' spoke the girl , `` and I believe you , but tell me why you thus befriend a De Montfort . '' `` It is not for love of your father or your brothers , nor yet hatred of Peter of Colfax , nor neither for any reward whatsoever .