noon
Cuthbert shouted . `` I denounce it as a foul lie , and will maintain it with my life . '' `` Your life is already forfeited , '' the baron said , `` both by your past connection with Richard of England and as the insulter of the arms of Austria . You die , and to-morrow at noon your head shall be struck off in the great square before my castle . '' Without another word Cuthbert was hurried off to his cell , and there remained , thinking moodily over the events of the day , until nightfall . He had no doubt that his sentence would be carried out , and his anxiety was rather for his followers than for himself . He feared that they would make some effort on his behalf , and would sacrifice their own lives in doing so , without the possibility of assisting him .