noon
Pezelay muttered at last . `` Wet hay , '' the other answered dreamily , `` is slow to kindle , yet burns if the fire be big enough . At what hour does he state his will ? '' `` At noon . '' `` In the Council Chamber ? '' `` It is so given out . '' `` It is three hundred yards from the Place Ste.-Croix and he must go guarded , '' the Cure of St.-Benoist continued in the same dull fashion .