noon
At this moment his word was fulfilled ; the iron entered her soul . Her dying Son beheld her , and , with his eyes directing her to one who was known as his favorite disciple , he said , `` Woman , behold thy Son ! '' and this disciple thereupon bore her fainting away . It was now noon , clear , scorching , Syrian noon . But a singular mist was gathering before the sun . Shadows fell from the heights of Moab ; and as they deepened more and more the gleam on shield and helmet faded out . Night rose from the ravines , surging upward in dark billows , overwhelming all .