The death-sentence of Baron Friedrich Carl Glare von Kolbielsky "on account of sympathy and complicity in a murderous assault upon the sacred life of his annointed imperial ally and friend, Napoleon, emperor of the French."[F] Early the following morning, at dawn, Baron Friedrich Carl Glare von Kolbielsky must be shot at Schoenbrunn.
Kolbielsky had listened to this death-warrant with immovable composure--no word, no entreaty for pardon escaped his lips.

But he requested the priest, who desired to remain to pray with him and receive his confession, to leave him.
"What I have to confess, only God must know," he said, smiling proudly.

"In our corrupt times even the secrets of the confessional are no longer sacred, and if I confessed the truth to you, it would mean the betrayal of my friends.

God sees my heart; He knows its secrets and will have mercy on me.

I wish to be alone, that is the last favor I request." So he was left alone--alone during this long bitter night before his doom! Yet he was not solitary! His thoughts were with him, and his love--his love for Leonore! Never had he so ardently worshipped her as on this night of anguish.