noon
What ! Buy my silence ? Nay , he 'll see a deadly flash of silence when I come to my Lord the Admiral again ! '' It was past high noon , and they had long since left Warwick castle far behind . `` Nicholas , '' said the master-player , in the middle of a stream of amazing stories of life in London town , `` there is Blacklow knoll . '' He pointed to a little hill off to the left . Nick stared ; he knew the tale : how grim old Guy de Beauchamp had Piers Gaveston 's head upon that hill for calling him the Black Hound of Arden .