If I could have stayed the setting of the sun, and held it where it was till midnight, all might yet be well if Mariani had been diligent and Cesare swift.
The key grating in the lock put an end to my vague musings, and reminded me of the fact that I had neglected to employ that last hour as would have become a good son of Mother Church.

For an instant I believe that my heart turned me to thoughts of God, and sent up a prayer for mercy for my poor sinful soul.

Then the door swung wide.

Two halberdiers and a carnifex in his odious leathern apron stood before me.

Clearly Ramiro sought to be exact, and to have me hanging the instant the sun should vanish.
"It is time," said one of the soldiers, whilst the executioner, stepping into my chamber, pinioned my wrists behind me, and retaining hold of the cord bade me march.