noon
He was rudely silenced , and rode on with wide-open stolid eyes and dogged face , steadfastly resolved that no Frenchman should see him flinch , and vexed that Berenger had his riding mask on so that his face could not be studied ; while he , on his side , was revolving all causes possible for his arrest , and all means of enforcing he liberation , if not of himself at least of Philip and Humfrey . He looked round for Guibert , but could not see him . They rode on through the intricate lanes till the sun was high and scorching , and Berenger felt how far he was from perfect recovery . At last , however , some little time past noon , the gendarmes halted at a stone fountain , outside a village , and disposing a sufficient guard around his captives , the officer permitted them to dismount and rest , while he , with the rest of the troop and the horses , went to the village CABARET . Philip would have asked his brother what it meant , and what was to be done , but Berenger shook his head , and intimated that silence was safest as present , since they might be listened to ; and Philip , who so much imagined treachery and iniquity to be the order of the day in France that he was scarcely surprised at the present disaster , resigned himself to the same sullen endurance . Provisions and liquor were presently sent up from the inn , but Berenger could taste nothing but the cold water of the fountain , which trickled out cool and fresh beneath an arch surmounted by a figure of Our Lady . He bathed his face and head in the refreshing spring , and lay down on a cloak in the shade , Philip keeping a constant change of drenched kerchiefs on his brow , and hoping that he slept , till at the end to two or three hours the captain returned , gave the word to horse , and the party rode on through intricate lanes , blossoming with hawthorn , and ringing with songs of birds that spoke a very different language now to Berenger 's heart from what they had said in the hopeful morning .