twelve o'clock
Just blow your whistle , and the swine will go ahead . '' Fairyfoot did so , and the swine rushed through the forest before them , and Robin Goodfellow perched himself on the Prince 's shoulder , and chatted as they went . It had taken Fairyfoot hours to reach the place where he found Robin , but somehow it seemed to him only a very short time before they came to the open place near the swineherd 's hut ; and the path they had walked in had been so pleasant and flowery that it had been delightful all the way . `` Now , '' said Robin when they stopped , `` if you will come here to-night at twelve o'clock , when the moon shines under this tree , you will find me waiting for you . Now I 'm going . Good-bye ! '' And he was gone before the last word was quite finished .