‘But think of what would happen,’ Griffin insisted. ‘What does this country do without enchanted silver? Without the people to maintain it? Steam power, gone. Perpetual lamps, gone. Building reinforcements, gone. The roads would deteriorate, the carriages would malfunction – forget Oxford, the whole of England would fall apart in months. They’d be brought to their knees. Paralysed.’ ‘And dozens of innocent people would die,’ said Anthony. ‘We are not entertaining this.’ ‘Fine.’ Griffin sat back and folded his arms. ‘Have it your way. Let’s be lobbyists.’
