"Professor Ferguson was right: when the old roof can no longer keep out the wind and rain, we should build our own house. If they won't let the Third Estate join the game, then we'll play our own game!"
There was a fire burning in the man's eyes, and that blaze terrified Newcastle, even though it wasn't his own backside being roasted.
Bar picked up his words and went on.
"Exactly! Just like Nate said, we're going to set up our own 'National Assembly'! Mr. Newcastle, you're a councillor of the Third Estate, and the only decent man we can actually trust. We need your support, and we need your brains. Please… give all of us a chance to stay alive!"
Newcastle's eyelids twitched hard.
National Assembly.
These lunatics want to set up a separate Royal Court?!
This is outright treason!
He almost instinctively took a step back, and that polite, keeping-people-at-arm's-length smile rapidly spread across his face.
