They will soon come to summon me." "No, no, my dear one, they will not come to lead you to death.

They will not kill you.

I bring you life! I bring you pardon!" "Pardon!" he cried, almost shrieked.

"Pardon! But from whom ?" "Pardon from your sovereign and master, from the Emperor Francis!" "God be praised.

I can accept it from _him_," cried Kolbielsky jubilantly.
"So I am free?
Speak, dearest, I am free ?" She shook her head slowly and sadly.