noon
said the arch-tymbestere . `` Ay , ay , ay ! '' answered the sisterhood . `` But we have gone miles since noon , -- I am faint and weary ! '' said one amongst them . Red Grisell , the youngest of the band , struck her comrade on the cheek -- `` Faint and weary , ronion , with blood and booty in the wind ! '' The tymbesteres smiled grimly on their young sister ; but the leader whispered `` Hush ! ''