noon
A green gap of canon , wild and yellow-walled , yawned before her , opening into the mountain . Kells halted on the grassy bank of a shallow brook . `` Get down . We 'll noon here and rest the horses , '' he said to Joan . `` I ca n't say that you 're anything but game . We 've done perhaps twenty-five miles this morning . '' The mouth of this canon was a wild , green-flowered , beautiful place .