noon
He it had been , in sober verity it had been Richard of Bordeaux , that some monstrous force had seized , and had lifted , and had curtly utilized as its handiest implement . He had been , and in the moment had known himself to be , the thrown spear as yet in air , about to kill and quite powerless to refrain from killing . It was a full three minutes before he had got the better of his bewilderment and laughed , very softly , lest he disturb this Branwen , who was so near his heart ... . Next day she came to him at noon , bearing as always the little basket . It contained to-day a napkin , some garlic , a ham , and a small soft cheese ; some shalots , salt , nuts , wild apples , lettuce , onions , and mushrooms . `` Behold a feast ! '' said Richard .