noon
Dawn came with a great ringing of church bells . Out of the inn , in the throbbing street , I began my search for Don Enrique de Cerda . One told me one thing and one another , but at last I got true direction . At noon I found him in a goodly room where he made recovery from wounds . Now he walked and now he sat , his arm in a sling and a bandage like a turban around his head . A page took him the word I gave . `` Juan Lepe .