Bertie opened his mouth. The first sound was a prisoner trying the bars of its cage. "G-good... good..."
"Tonight," he continued, his voice gaining a strange, grainy warmth, "I speak to you not as your King, but as a man who has... who has carried a burden. A stammer of the spirit as much as the tongue."
"My voice is not my father's. It is not my brother's. It is mine. And tonight, it is yours. Goodnight... and God save... save every one of you."
Outside, across London, across England, people stood in their kitchens and parlors, handkerchiefs pressed to mouths. A few wept. Most simply breathed again.
"What we face across the water is not merely steel and bombs. It is the lie that a single voice must be flawless to be true. I have learned—am learning—that a cracked bell can still call a city to prayer. A broken king can still stand with his people."
He looked at Lionel. Lionel nodded once.
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Bertie opened his mouth. The first sound was a prisoner trying the bars of its cage. "G-good... good..."
"Tonight," he continued, his voice gaining a strange, grainy warmth, "I speak to you not as your King, but as a man who has... who has carried a burden. A stammer of the spirit as much as the tongue."
"My voice is not my father's. It is not my brother's. It is mine. And tonight, it is yours. Goodnight... and God save... save every one of you."
Outside, across London, across England, people stood in their kitchens and parlors, handkerchiefs pressed to mouths. A few wept. Most simply breathed again.
"What we face across the water is not merely steel and bombs. It is the lie that a single voice must be flawless to be true. I have learned—am learning—that a cracked bell can still call a city to prayer. A broken king can still stand with his people."
He looked at Lionel. Lionel nodded once.