noon
For she would share it , if she knew , even though she did n't yet yield to me , in the matter of a united future . I wanted to wait before telling her the story , until Fenton and I had made sure if there were anything golden about the mountain , except its name . If we were doomed to disappointment I could then give the tale a humorous turn , easier to do in retrospect than anticipation . Now , when in blinding light of noon we pointed out , in an impersonal manner , to all who cared to see , the pyramid-field of Meröe , it seemed strange to think that no heart but Anthony 's and mine beat the faster . The sun was so hot that most people , blinking dazedly , retired behind their screens of blue glass almost as soon as the train stopped , close to Garstang 's camp . I had informed the Set , casually , that wonderful things were being found here in the rocky desert : that the few neat white tents sheltered men who were going to make of Meröe a world 's wonder : that not only had the army of stunted black pyramids visible from the train , yielded up treasures , but three tiers of palaces were being unearthed , or rather , unsanded . I said nothing , however , of the more distant dark shapes , like the pyramids yet unlike them .