noon
`` What 're you about , old man ? Wear you shoes of lead ? Take our horses , and see you to it they are well rubbed down before they have aught to eat or drink . We have ridden more than ten leagues since the noon , '' cried the elder of the two travellers . `` And ought to have ridden more , '' said the younger in an undertone . It was , as Jeanne had said , a sore thing to Willan Blaycke to be forced to seek a night 's shelter in the Golden Pear . `` Tut , tut ! ''