CHILDERIC: (smoothly) Mother, good day. What means this armed guard that waits upon your grace?

SEJANUS: My lord Childeric. I must ask you to come no closer. Lady Berengaria is a traitor and her life is forfeit.

BERENGARIA: Childeric, go away. You know perfectly well I'm being taken off to the dungeons for ritual torture and execution. It's annoying, but there it is. And I have no desire to spend the last painful protracted hours of my existence with one of my children, thank you very much.