noon of night
He was not a Greek to fear the Turks . Nay , in Turkish protection there was for him a guaranty of peaceable ownership which he could not see under Constantine . And as he was bringing now the wherewith to realize his latest dream , he gave his imagination a loosened rein . He built the house ; he heard the tinkling of fountains in its courts , and the echoes in the pillared recession of its halls ; free of care , happy once more , with Lael he walked in gardens where roses of Persia exchanged perfumes with roses of Araby , and the daylong singing of birds extended into noon of night ; yet , after all , to the worn , weary , droughted heart nothing was so soothing as the fancy which had been his chief attendant from the gate of Blacherne -- that he heard strangers speaking to each other : `` Have you seen the Palace of Lael ? '' `` No , where is it ? '' `` On the crest of Candilli . '' The Palace of Lael !