He looked at Lionel. Lionel nodded once.
Bertie opened his mouth. The first sound was a prisoner trying the bars of its cage. "G-good... good..." the kings speech
"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." He looked at Lionel
The red light on the BBC microphone blinked once. Steady. Judging. The first sound was a prisoner trying the bars of its cage
"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."