noon
`` Amen ! '' said Beltane . Thereafter Godric rose and pointed up to the zenith . `` Behold , my lady , '' said he , `` it groweth to noon and there is danger hereabouts -- more danger e ` en than I had dreamed . Let us therefore haste over into Mortain -- to thy Manor of Blaen . '' `` But Godric , see you not my lord is faint of his wound , and Blaen is far , methinks . '' `` Not so , lady , 't is scarce six hours ' journey to the north , nay , I do know of lonely bridle-paths that shall bring us sooner . ''