[The eyes of the men follow him, whispering amongst themselves as the speak continues, reading out from a scroll.]
You are accused of conspiring with Sir Thomas Wyatt and others against their sovereign Majesties, Queen Mary and King Phillip to raise the Lady Elizabeth to the throne.
[Their eyes turn to Elizabeth again, and her hands are clasped tightly together, and she tries, oh she tries.]
For the last time, my lords, I did nothing. I am a faithful subject. I love my sist--
[One of the men rise, slamming his hands against the table, shouting so loudly it echoes off the walls.] Silence, woman! [Elizabeth recoiled, head dropping again. The room regards her silently before looking back up at Sherlock, waiting for his reply to the charges laid against him.]
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You are accused of conspiring with Sir Thomas Wyatt and others against their sovereign Majesties, Queen Mary and King Phillip to raise the Lady Elizabeth to the throne.
[Their eyes turn to Elizabeth again, and her hands are clasped tightly together, and she tries, oh she tries.]
For the last time, my lords, I did nothing. I am a faithful subject. I love my sist--
[One of the men rise, slamming his hands against the table, shouting so loudly it echoes off the walls.] Silence, woman! [Elizabeth recoiled, head dropping again. The room regards her silently before looking back up at Sherlock, waiting for his reply to the charges laid against him.]