noon
`` Mort de Dieu ! '' cried Sir Guy , as he gazed at Bertrand with a look betwixt laughter and amaze , `` and what said your worshipful uncle to that same message ? '' `` At the first , he told me , he broke into a great laugh , and bid the honest fellow box the girl 's ears well , and send her back to her mother . But he added that the man had been to him once again , and had pleaded that at least he would see his niece before sending her away ; and since by this time he was himself somewhat curious to see and to question this village maiden , who came with so strange a tale , he had told Laxart to bring her at noon that very day , and he desired that I and certain others should be there in the hall with him , to hear her story , and perhaps suggest some shrewd question which might help to test her good faith . '' `` A good thought , '' spoke Sir Guy , `` for it is hard to believe in these dreamers of dreams . I have met such myself -- they talk great swelling words , but the world wags on its way in spite of them . They are no prophets ; they are bags of wind .