Why Lord?

  So here we all are again, back in the courtroom that is? We had left off where 'He' had asked a question of the prosecutor, and to that question she answered, No, and sat back down behind her desk. After she spoke it,
The Three closed their eyes, tilting their heads so that their chins sat on their chests as if asleep? Behind them. The Light became a grayish white, like fog. But unlike fog, in that it appeared to be frozen?
  The voice of the caller rang out again and said, Bring in the accusers!  Yes, my Lord the guard said, and opened another great door. This door had wrought iron in the places that the doors to the courtroom  have copper and brass.
  About six people filed into the courtroom, one behind the other. They followed the guard, and sat as he instructed them to. They sat in a separate gated area. With this, the prosecutor and the defender busied themselves with the files that sat in front of them. And the caller cried out again saying, Bring on the first witness and have him be seated in the witness chair. Again the guard complied and  aided the first man who sat nearest the gate. Getting him out and toward the witness chair. He was a large man. Not overly heavy, but clearly very uncomfortable in his cloths! As he rose from his chair, he fidgeted at his cloths, appearing to have some nervous tics? Still brushing at his cloths and preening as he moved, he stumbled a bit as he first stepped away from his chair? He had the look of a very nervous man, and his spectacles didn't sit right on his face, slipping to one side of his face as he walked. Watch your step the guard said. What?? Oh, oh yes yes said the man, the step?