noon
The daylight was fullgrown , and already the clear-cut forms of men were passing beneath the swaying branches . In the distance a trumpet snarled . `` Dear love , '' said Raoul , `` do you not understand that you have brought about my death ? For Monsieur de Puysange is at the gates of Arnaye ; and either he or Sieur Raymond will have me hanged ere noon . '' `` I do not know , '' she said , in a tired voice . `` I think that Monsieur de Puysange has some cause to thank me ; and my uncle loves me , and his heart , for all his gruffness , is very tender . And -- see , Raoul ! ''