midday
Like the others , he had fallen by an English arrow . The fear that all their friends had thus fallen became general , and expressed itself in their countenances . The baron was livid . There was no possibility of tracing the party , the snow had covered the footsteps ; but evidence was soon found in the fragments of food -- the remains of the carcase of the wild boar -- to show that this had been the midday rest , and that here the very beginning of hostilities had taken place . They returned thence to the spot where Torquelle was slain . Fear and trembling seized many of the baron 's warriors as they gazed upon those distorted features -- fear , mingled with dread -- so mysterious were the circumstances . They buried the body as decently as time permitted , and continued their course until they came upon another corpse slain in like manner .