noon
`` The Abbess ? Ha , the Abbess , Beltane ! Sweet soul , she sleepeth . At noon each day needs must she sleep since even she is mortal and mortals must sleep now and then . The Abbess ? Come sit ye , lad , what time I tickle the noses of these pestilent fish . Sit ye here beside me and tell me , how think ye of this noble and most sweet lady ? ''