Another person and I appear to be about to be made Queen's Counsel. Each of us is carrying a grey woolen robe and a heavy box. We are led into a room by Black Rod (somehow I just knew...), in which we find a long table with about eight people sitting around it.
The other person seems to be the favourite of the committee, and I become shy and hide behind one of the more benevolent-looking persons around the table. I put down my robe and see bloody stains on my sleeve, which I cannot explain.