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I do not know what I had expected. I had heard of courtrooms and judges, but that was the first time I had ever seen one. The room was smaller than I had thought it would be, and the place I stood was closer to the judge and the jury than was comfortable.
I was in a sort of wooden box, with little spikes around me, presumably to prevent me from leaping up and attacking the judge. In truth, I was shaking so much I could scarcely stand, let alone leap, and the number of hard-faced men around would have intimidated Donald Dhu, let alone a young girl from the glens.
I cannot remember the start of my trial. I only remember answering “yes” or “no” to the questions the judge or the prosecution threw at me. Lord Cochrane was nothing like I had thought. Rather than a huge man with glaring red
