the midday sun
In that event it was quite logical that Bram had come into possession of his golden talisman years ago . In spite of himself , Philip could not believe that this was so . At noon , when he built a small fire to make tea and warm his bannock , he took the golden tress from his wallet and examined it even more closely than last night . It might have come from a woman 's head only yesterday , so bright and shimmery was it in the pale light of the midday sun . He was amazed at the length and fineness of it , and the splendid texture of each hair . Possibly there were half a hundred hairs , each of an equal and unbroken length . He ate his dinner , and went on .