noon
But if she went with a tale of being his page Roy he might admit her to some service , to hand his cup , or just to lie at his door of a night . The real Roy had done more than this ; he would never refuse her so much . So she thought at least ; and at the worst she would have space to tell her message . At noon , the forest pony captured and haltered with a rope , she started . Alice was tearful , but Isoult , high in affairs , had no time to consider Alice . She gave her a kiss , stooping from the saddle , thanked her for what she had done on Prosper 's account , and flew . She never looked back to wave a hand or watch a hand-waving ; she was in a fever for action .