noon
Knighthood , with nought to maintain it , is , in truth , a snare . '' `` Well , I am weary of the subject , '' said the Prince , leaning back in his chair . `` The boy is safe , and , as you say , Fulk , that is all that is of importance . Call hither the troubadour that was in the hall at noon . I would have your opinion of his lay , '' he added , turning to his wife . The indignation may be imagined with which Arthur listened to this conversation , as he stood on the spot to which Edward had signed to him to advance , when he presented him to the Princess . He longed ardently to break in with an angry refutation of the slanders cast on his uncle , but he was too well trained in the rules of chivalry , to say nothing of the awful respect with which he regarded the Prince , to attempt to utter a word , and he could only edge himself as far away as was possible from Clarenham , and cast at him glances of angry reproach .