noon
on Monday
I swore to hold that castle as long as one stone of it stood upon another . But deep down in my heart there was naught but presages of evil . On the following day , which was Sunday , we had peace . But towards noon on Monday the blow fell . An Imperial herald from Piacenza rode out to Pagliano with a small escort . We were in the garden when word was brought us , and I bade the herald be admitted . Then I looked at Bianca .